Northstar Vale helena

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The intrusion by the Creek wolves was ebbing away in its recentness; days had passed since then, a week possibly; Raheerah was no expert at tracking time, only noting it in its current state. As it was, the day was at its peak. For a day among the early spring, Raheerah felt it was particularly hot, although that may have been attributed to the thick and dark coat the dragon sported. It was shaggy, but it was not dirty; he had received the aid of a packmate in cleaning it only the day before, and it had yet to accrue the vile stench that normally accompanied the greasy creature.

As per usual, the dragon was monitoring the edges of his home. He frequented these trails, and he could walk them with his single eye closed, or so he believed; he could maneuver the paths through scent alone, knowing where he had placed his markers in relation to others, and knowing when they needed to be renewed. Apparently, there was a particular few that were in need of revisiting, for within their vicinity he could detect another scent. A scent that, in its essence, was acrid and unwanted. It was the scent of the Creek and, almost immediately, it spurned an anger so primitive that Raheerah needn't wait for an explanation.

The ghost-like visitor had not crossed over the Vale's boundaries, but in the dragon's mind it was no reason to relent. Without warning nor hesitation he burst forward and lunged for the male, aiming to wrap his jaws around the back of his neck - hoping that he could catch the male off guard in his act of plucking herbs from the earth. If he was successful, it was his goal to toss the male aside and assault him further, but if he failed, Raheerah would spare no energy attempting to lock his jaws on some part of the Creek wolf.