Northstar Vale boogie woogie down with your funky feet

Good, very good. Saena's eyes darted up to the wolf perched on Dragon's face and her lips quirked into a smirk. Classic. Fortunately for everyone involved, Dragon showed no signs of opposition. He didn't even make a peep, which was something many a wolf did during such intimate inspection. That was enough to satisfy Saena's wariness, and as she lifted herself away from him and urged the others to do the same, she relaxed her posture enough that he could get up. He still wasn't quite in the clear, but Dragon's chances were looking a lot better.

"What brings you to our vale?" she wondered as she padded a semicircle around Dagfinn and ended somewhere near his left shoulder. She was merely curious. Some wolves sought only to pass through, and if that was Dragon's intent, she would be sure to steer him in the right direction. In any case, the reins rested more or less in Dagfinn's hands, which she showed with a gentle nip to his shoulder. If Dagfinn didn't like Dragon's attitude going forward, it was up to him to make an executive decision. As one of the pack's seconds, she felt he had the right to have a greater say in things, especially since the other wolves of the pack were now comfortable and already heading back up the hill.