Northstar Vale Yestertempest

He smelled of others, leading Calliope to believe he was not the only wolf who lived within the vale. There were others’ scents which clung to the earth, the trees, the rocks, but his stood out most distinctly to her, if only because she had been exposed to it previously. She was curious to see what – if any – kind of following Warbone had.
 
His deep baritones rumbled her name followed by a command that left little room for argument. Calliope felt a sense of completeness spread throughout her then; she sauntered towards him, tail stirring through the air as she moved to sweep her tongue against the coarse underside of his chin. She accepted.
 
Still, her ears remained thrust forward atop her head. She did not cower before him or tuck her tail feebly.
 
By default, Calliope was not a submissive creature; she knew her strengths, her potential and would not allow those weaker than her to stand above her in their hierarchy. She would submit willingly to Warbone, however, because he had garnered her respect what felt like ages ago.
 
“This is your home, then?” she queried, gesturing to the vastness of the vale that sprawled beside her and her companion. Sea green gaze sought his weathered features once more. She wondered if he planned on remaining there or if he would strike out on his own again whenever he tired of it.