Northstar Vale it's a brand new start, a dream come true

Forming one point of the triangle, Rian stretched his forepaws out as the boys huddled together to discuss their prospects. Each one was given a chance to voice their concerns but, eventually, they all came to the same conclusion as Rannoch. There was no better place than here. Rian, especially, was comforted by the barrier mountains that surrounded the Vale. It formed a natural perimeter for them to defend—one most would be less apt to challenge, or so he hoped.

So it was decided. Rannoch rose and lifted his voice to the skies and Rian quickly joined him, his own baritenor a few decibles lower than the Alpha male's own impressive song. Cypress' familiar touch spurred him further, and he threw everything he had into the bellowing tone. His tail waved high as he sang—he formed various notes by changing the shape of his lips and the spread of his jaws. For the first time in his short life, Rian was proud of what they had accomplished. Together, nothing could stop them. 

The Valeians were home.