Northstar Vale Yestertempest

Warbone moved away from the pack, his purpose unclear as he left them all resting, huddled near one another against the chilling drizzle that had begun. It was early afternoon, though difficult to tell against the swirling, heavily overcast sky looming across the vale, making it seem later than it was. The season was at war with itself, unable to decide if it wanted to snow or rain. The water came first, but with quickly dropping temperatures, it would be no time at all before snow began to stick for the onset of winter.

It would be beautiful in the vale -- this time, and throughout the year too, no matter the season -- but Warbone had no true love for scenery. He had adored the willows, which did not exist here, but his admiration for this place would grow in time and his indifference towards it did not affect his protectiveness of it.

A scent, nearly hidden by the aroma of an oncoming storm, tickled some distant memory in the back of his head. He couldn't pull the thought forward, but he knew it was from a time before he had ever set foot in these Wilds. Warbone followed, eager to discover its source.

@Calliope