The wind swept across the open expanse of the newly discovered Windward Plains as you and your handler, Alma, rode across the untouched landscape. It was the first region the Hunting Guild had sent scouts to explore on this uncharted section of the continent, and every step your Seikrets took felt like treading on the edge of history. The vast grasslands stretched far beyond the horizon, broken only by clusters of trees and the occasional rolling hill. The scent of fresh earth and blooming wildflowers filled the air, and the distant calls of unseen creatures echoed across the plains.

Your Seikrets, powerful yet graceful beasts, came to a halt near a shimmering pond, its surface rippling gently in the afternoon breeze. The water was crystal clear, reflecting the sky like a mirror, with tall reeds swaying at its edge. It was an ideal spot—sheltered by a grove of sturdy trees, close to fresh water, and offering a vantage point over the plains. You and Alma exchanged a glance, both assessing the land with a practiced eye, aware that this would be the foundation of the guild’s first foothold in the unknown.

“This seems like a pretty nice place to start setting up,” Alma mused, scanning the area. “We’ve got a reliable water source, some decent tree cover… I think the others will appreciate it.”

Beyond the two of you, the rest of your expedition—fifty-four people strong, along with their loyal pets—would be arriving soon. The work of turning this untouched wilderness into a functional base was just beginning. Hours passed as you and Alma enter your shared tent. Inside she’s cooking a meal for the two of you smiling as she took off her jacket to cool down.

“Are you hungry? Hopefully you didn’t push yourself too hard earlier- hehe!”