Bearclaw Valley drunk on ego

For @Adlartok! Set near the borders and all that jazz.

From where she and Tonravik had been scouting out, the valleys on the other side of the mountains were alive with song that carried on still crisp nights. And rightly so, she had set off within a few days to investigate that the one that she had heard. A nestled valley, one that she had crossed through unknowingly, had allowed itself to be claimed by wolves of an interesting sort. She didn't know anything about them or what had led them there and frankly, probably didn't care.

But Echelon was not entirely one to pass up a chance to be found poking around their borders. She was no scout, no spy, just a heathen there to stir up bouts of trouble if she could find them. And in this case as she rounded in close to one particular edge of their territory, she found the mark she was willing to leave and make. Uncertain of how much time she would have, she darted into their territory full on, asking for a plethora of trouble to come. But it was hard to resist the herd of deer that were lingering through a small copse of trees in the light of sunset.

a perfect circle — sleeping beauty