Northstar Vale maybe, maybe we all are selfish

The vibrations of her howl still tingled her throat, the confirmation she was ready and coming. For too long she'd lived like a leaf on the wind, her loyalty offered to none but herself. The times had been interesting, to say the least. Challenging and lonely, but they were behind her now. The loyalty to family had led her to the Wilds nine months ago, and this same loyalty moved her today.

The sandy outrider took her time to wind a path through the carnage of the once noble Vale. Every now and then, when the path cleared of fallen trees enough for her to look up, she lifted her eyes to the Sunspire. The mountain remained firm and unshaken, a protection to the wolves who made claim upon the peak. But her future did not rest with them.

Andalusia arrived to a gathering of three, and crooked grin cracked face. Their presence finalized the reality of what they were setting out to do, a prospect the Ostrega hadn't even considered until her uncle had mentioned the desire to find a new place and settle there. The epitome of Outriding, an offer Andalusia had been unable to refuse. Approaching her fellow travellers, she offered a nudge of affection to both Mordecai and Harlyn, but held back from the stranger. The first thing to strike her was that parts of him were blue, but Andalusia imagined he knew that well enough by now. Still, her gaze did linger on his face a beat longer than normal. He didn't smell sick, and looked otherwise clear in the head, all good signs. "It'll be different, that's for sure." Andalusia offered him the same crooked smile, but held back from nudging him as she had the others.