Eydis - 2.3 years - Venator - Location: Near Temporary Camp, Heading to Temporary Camp - Mentions: The Pride (ID), Yakone (ID), Empyria (ID), Sabbith (ID), Lulatio (ID) - Interaction: None, Open

The wind blew sharply against Eydis' pelt as she sat on the rocks which had been heated, however minimally, by the weak rays of the sun.

She pondered all she had learned about the pride and it's members. Though the she-cat hadn't long been with them, she had observed a few of their personalities, and while she didn't speak with anyone much at all, she'd taken a great interest in the current events of the pride.

Eydis was convinced watching and waiting to make her move was the best plan. She wanted to be sure of who she chose to befriend at first, seeing as there most definitely were cliques within the group. She knew her choice would set the stage for the way the pride percieved her.

Of course, she still didn't have a game plan for how to approach one of her pridemates once she finally settled on who to befriend. Her cubhood hadn't really prepared her for interaction with anycat besides her littermates, and her adolescence, spent with only her brother, didn't help much, either.

This would be tough.

"I suppose, " mused she, "I could try approaching one of the other Venators."

The more she thought about it, the better an idea it seemed to be. She did need to work on her hunting coordination skills, as her early life had once again failed in teaching her how to do things in a group. The way Eydis' life had gone, she hadn't really gotten the chance to hunt in a group before that group was taken away. The most team-work training she'd ever gotten was hunting as a pair with Einar, before he...

She pushed her brother from her mind. No need to sour her can-do attitude. Not right now, at least. This could wait until the quiet of the night, when all else she had to occupy her thoughts and dreams were the stirrings of an unsettled past and and the rumbling of an uncertain future.

Remembering her previous train of thought, she began to list to herself the possible Venators to befriend.
Lulatio was a bit... Well, immature. And Empyria and Sabbith were too scary, if she was honest with herself. Definitely a pair she'd need to observe much more than she had so far.

So that left Yakone.

"Well, " she thought, "Yakone seems friendly enough. Definitely easier to speak to than most, I should think."

At that thought, she leapt off the rock and landed lightly into the undisturbed snow with a loud crunch.
Her mind made up, she shook herself to fluff her fur against the cold, and began the trek back to camp, intent on finding Yakone.