As planned, Chan had fetched Nori's inky companion while twilight settled over the land. They'd set off together with improvised bundles in tow, up the worn path that took them out of the valley and then down the mountain's side. Traveling brought day, and Chan stopped them to rest; there was no rush in getting to the Backwater wolves in which hours would matter. When night returned, they finished their journey, arriving on the Valles' threshold before even the sun.
Chan lowered his parcel to the ground, the hide unfurling from around it's contents; various medicinal plants, from helpful leaves and flowers to pulled strips of bark and dried roots, all relatively unique to the mountains. Jethro's cargo would hold the same within a similarly-hued pelt, hopefully gifting their neighbors with plenty.
After throwing his companion a hopefully-encouraging smile, the Eastfall tipped back his head and sent out a call, letting Vayko and his kin know that visitors were knocking.