Northstar Vale you rise, i fall; i stand, you crawl

marco, sister @Padma ... but still AW

She did not generally stray far from their side, and yet the grey dove went further than usual from the stoical brothers this day. Copper mask glinting in the sunlight like a sparking flame, she chuffed quietly to herself, revelling in the notion that at least for now, the sun was able to warm her down to the bone—the winter would not be so forgiving.

The once wandering group had settled to Raven’s Watch—the area of little concern to the genteel she-wolf, spare only that she kept the company of her two watchers—the wolves who for some reason had saw fit to rope them to their side. She questioned why internally daily—never did she voice it. Their language barrier likely wouldn’t allow for a conclusive answer.

Skimming down the sloping hills, the she-wolf came upon the vale—her gaze hungry with the potential it brought, whether with medicinal herbs, the physicality of a meal, or the wisdom to be learnt of its secrets in its greener depths.

not exactly sure how this will fit in her timeline but WHO CARES! haha

With the days growing shorter and the temperatures falling, Padma had ventured closer to the coast hoping to find the valuable plants she was in need of. The Strath was nice and quaint, the perfect abode for such a sinister pack. But Padma was concerned about availability of plants during the winter months. Hopefully on this trip she might find enough to carry over through the winter.

As she ventured further from her new home, Padma was distracted, recalling the last time she had travelled in the wilds. She figured the Saints wouldn’t miss her if she took a short detour through the mountains. The remembered meeting her mother’s friend near the vale sometime last year. One of the only fond memories she held of the Wilds. Despite the unlikely hood, Padma couldn’t help but wonder if she might meet him again.

She didn’t immediately regret the decision to follow memory lane. But the somewhat familiar scent on the air drew a scowl from the young woman. He solitary ear standing high on her head. It wasn’t the man she was looking for, and yet there was some recognition from their scent. Padma wasn’t a fan of meeting people from her past. Amber eyes scoured the valley, the grey pelt of another was easily spotted. Padma didn’t move, rather she stood stock still and waited to be noticed.