Northstar Vale daily mix

a howl. she didn't recognize it. she was antisocial, yes, but she knew who was in her pack — most of the time. this one's voice was unfamiliar, but it summoned. she answered, though she had to cross the entirety of the vale in order to get to the source. apparently that was too long for the caller, who's dark tail she saw headed in the opposite direction. hey! she called out initially. she began trotting after the retreating figure, her tone indignant and annoyed. who the hell are you?