Northstar Vale For You

OOC: Going to tweak the personal timeline a bit so this follows sometime after she's been following Njal's instruction, but before she speaks with Anemone. Takes place before the band head to SC. It was not hard to find the elder Cleric. His exuberance was a brand none could escape without noticing. It had laced itself within his unique aroma that through her nostrils she was gifted the image of his calm, smiling visage. Warm and welcoming, a soothing portrait of modest wisdom. She could not resist the subtle flicker of her tail in glee however impassive her muzzle as she turned to look at him. “In a sense, yes,” she mouthed around the hares before setting them down at her paws. Carefully she flexed her jaws as her tongue rounded over her weathered lips, stealing the minute droplets of blood that marked her kill. “I did not know when last you had eaten,” she explained, her voice a whisper even as she walked forward the better close the distance between them. “The other was for myself, or Raheerah. Depending on who hungered first after my climb.” Politely, she had averted her eyes from her superior, but had caught of glimpse of his bow before he had righted herself. Admittedly, despite his age, the cleric looked rather spry. Dare she compare that he was better shape then she- with little excess fat to hinder his movements, even a simply bow was more graceful than her lumbering stride. Perhaps it was that kind of fluidity and manicured form that her instructor wanted to see of her in their next meeting. But the question would rise as to whether or not she could truly look like that, even close to it. Bulk and excess had always been her form. It was difficult to imagine herself any other way.