Northstar Vale Wuthering

"I thought you might assist me in deepening our presence in the woods," Warbone said, his eye lingering on the young male; "but I feel your energy would be put to better use elsewhere... A bit of sport, I think." He padded forward -- a wolf prone to physical connection -- and he gave Dag's shoulder a comrade's nip. "Up for a deerchase?" he asked the vale's newest recruit, not for a second believing that he would decline the task. They wouldn't hunt, per say, but as they went, Warbone sought to explain his intentions: driving whatever herds they could into the heart of the territory, ensuring that the pack would have food readily available for the colder weeks coming.

If they could harness their own food supply, even control it completely, then the wolves of the vale would never go hungry.

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