Northstar Vale I was born in a thunderstorm

It was the Fifth wolf who found her that day, as he stalked along the not-quite borders of Duskvale, marking randomly every so often but not really sticking to a path -- rather than marking, Zephyr was peeing on things to show he was here, he was a constant presence, a silent senteniel even when he traveled with the unit. Today, he'd wandered away as the pack settled in a bit of shade, looking to establish his presence and prove to Warbone and Saena that he really was fit to be a part of Duskvale. 

She held herself low, and that was good for someone who was so used to patrolling regularly and warding off those who were too close. It was akin to Shadowfax, in the ways that strangers weren't exactly unwelcome, but thinking of that just made protectiveness surge within his heart. Protecting both himself and her, Zephyr qualled those emotions and approached -- his tail was raised, hackles flaring ever so slightly, and ears fanning around him. 

                           "You're on the lands of Duskvale, stranger -- what is your business here?"