Northstar Vale The clock keeps turning, the world keeps burning, it's

Hoping for a @Viskani :eyes:

Her foreleg bound with strips of a pelt, Reverie led @Hunst through the mountains as she'd decided. She'd given Haze instructions to patrol the valley, to meet with Gossamer and Gemini when they returned to Sunbeam Lair — and from there the trio would travel to rejoin Reverie and Hunst. There was no more time to be wasted.

Northstar Vale was the kindest path through the mountains — but it had been claimed since Reverie's last visit. When she came to the borders of the newest resident pack, she lingered in indecision only for a moment. Another pack to warn, she decided quickly enough, and perhaps they would allow her passage through the vale.

So she called out.

PP of Mnemosynes is with perms <3

A call sounded from her borders, and Viskani found herself quick to hesitate. She could not leave her den, for she did not yet trust the other's with her dear Faust. The turmoils of springtime had arrived early in Montagne de Cigue.

But the cry of a stranger could not be ignored, and so @Mnemosynes was called, her orders clear. He would go to the borders in her place to speak to the guest.

Only if necessary would they be brought to her.

As Mnemosyne nears the border spotting the suspected form standing politely outside. 

A guest maybe, a stranger nonetheless. 

Viskani's orders were clear. Speak to them, and permit access only when necessary.

"Hello." He greets kindly, then he fixes his posture accentuating his large form. "What leads you to our borders?"

Hunst remained quiet, his eyes narrowing as the larger male approached. His posture was rigid, like a mountain waiting to erupt, and the air around him seemed to thicken with every silent movement. His gaze flicked briefly to Reverie, a flicker of silent reassurance—she was not alone. Then, without a word, he shifted slightly in front of her, standing like an immovable wall between her and the stranger.

His presence was enough to make the ground beneath them feel colder, more dangerous. A silent guardian, a force of nature waiting to act should the need arise.