Porcupine Ridge Kids with Guns

Born and raised in these mountains, Airi's pawpads were used to the hard, jutting rocks that surrounded their valley. While she did enjoy the Vale's Eden-like qualities, she was often led to the slopes that framed their vision, scouting for danger. It would be easy for a rival pack or raiding band to pour into the Vale from one of the shallower slopes, or through one of the mountain paths. Tucked away in the dips and shallow hills of the Vale, they were exposed, ripe for the pickings.

It made her wonder: did anyone think of this? Or was she the only one to consider such a thing? Airi furrowed her brow, sniffing the stones of Porcupine Ridge, smelling nothing of the Brat Pack. It seemed that she was, she thought with both pride and annoyance filling her chest. Perhaps she could mention this to Rannoch, if he hadn't thought of it already.