Northstar Vale The way your words hang in the moment suspended

Intent on familiarizing herself with the territory Warbone lay claim over, Calliope had struck out on her own before the sun had the chance to splay its first rays over the vale. There were indeed other wolves that had pledged themselves to the rugged wolf, but she’d had no meaningful interactions with them thus far. Perhaps she’d cross paths with them during her explorations but if not, she was content to roam the sprawling valley alone for the time being.
 
As she trekked along, she encountered the scent of a female she had definitely picked up on since Warbone had welcomed her into the vale. Curious, Calliope quickened her pace to pursue her. Her intent was to make her presence known and, ultimately, respected. Bonding with pack mates was important to her, as was gauging others’ strengths and weaknesses so she may decipher where her place within the hierarchy lies.
 
The smaller, pale woman was difficult to pick out amongst the fog from the distance, but Calliope had much more visibility as she began to close the distance between them. Right away she noticed the other’s tail, or lack-there-of, as she stood abreast one of the larger trees within the vale. Missing appendages could be telltale signs of past conflicts, but the fact that she was still alive hinted at her resilience.
 
Calliope chuffed in her direction, ears pinned forward while she maintained an otherwise neutral stance to gauge how the other would perceive her.