Northstar Vale The only feelings I have for you are rage and pissed off-ed-ness

The dried carcass of a long-dead squirrel thumped against the ground as its courier, a pale-furred wolf, dropped it from her jowls. It rolled to a stop against her paws, carried by the angled slope of the valley. She meant to deliver it to Warbone, that he might inspect it and chew on it and otherwise entertain himself, but Saena's attention was now focused upward, drawn by a conspicuous dot of a creature higher up. It was the scent of Minna drifting down from on high that truly drew the lead bitch's attention, though. She would not have seen the wolf in the mountains otherwise and would have paid her no more mind than a gnat had the wind not given her away.

Saena was very conspicuous against the still-brown floor of the valley with her white pelt, and didn't doubt for a second that she had been spotted. How could she not be? Whether Minna would tempt fate by coming down to the vale and approaching its first female was what she remained still for. She welcomed others into her territory, as long as they were utterly respectful of the pack that called it home. It no longer felt wrong to will them to pass the boundaries. Strange, yes, but she didn't think it would ever stop feeling strange. She angled her head back to herald the timber wolf above, and voiced her encouragement with a short and loud, hhuoff, of a bark.