Northstar Vale Wondering Soldier

Saena was healing well, but still Warbone's threat of a fight kept her from venturing beyond the edge of the vale. As badly as she wished to search for her remaining daughter, the first bitch knew she was needed here, and could not choose between Laurel, who despised her, and Warbone, who did not. Her loyalty was firstly with her children, but Warbone had not thrown her aside, and might father new children on her in time. It was an impossible decision that she mulled over as she walked, taking a break from the pack momentarily to take up a ritual Indra had started recently.

She'd climbed to the highest point in their present location, which happened to be an hour's trek back to where they'd recently came from, and loosed a long, low howl into the sky. Like all howls, the message was indistinct, but it served as a beacon pointing right to her. I'm here, it said, and it was a call for Laurel's ears. If her tan daughter was still in Larksong Grotto, there was no way she would be able to hear it, but if ever she roamed closer to the mountains, then just maybe, she would.

With that completed, Saena headed back, and along the way, spotted something—or rather, someone—that wasn't there before. Grumbling low in her throat as she bit back the ever-present apprehension of others in territory belonging to Duskvale, she cut a confident approach, held neutral-dominant, toward the lone male. A breeze carried the smell of others to her, and she paused, at once uncomfortable, but there were no wolves near Howl, and the scents were faint. More likely the mark of a pack upon him than the scent of comrades in the area. No matter.

She strode up to Howl the picture of informal authority and said, quietly, "hello?" in a tone that suggested she wanted to know what he was doing in the vale.