Northstar Vale Zoism

As the days grew colder, Warbone became more active. He sparred with any who would let him, and hunted with those who wouldn't. Most of his time was spent eating or trying to eat, eager to keep his weight up lest any of their assembled males got any ideas about usurping him. It was only instinctive paranoia, really, as he didn't honestly expect anything like that from this lot. No one seemed malcontent in the vale, with the leadership or otherwise -- but even as he thought this, his mind turned to Saena's daughter.

She had avoided him since arriving, and though at first he had not sought to pressure her with his looming presence, after some time he had grown tired of her flightiness... and her infectious moping. He thought he might help her out of it. In his own manly way.

He returned to the group, midday, under clouds that promised more snow and with a dead opossum dangling from his jaws. But he did not join them. He hung back a few yards, and dropped the strangely fat marsupial at his feet before reclining. His scarred face peered through the throng of both active and inactive bodies, until his eyes spotted just the lean bit of red he was looking for. "@Indra," he chuffed, tail sweeping on the ground in invitation.