Northstar Vale i'm not usually in a limo.

Liffey had made some good progress with mapping every inch of the territory they had claimed as their own. Today, she was wandering along the creek that stretched from one end of the valley to, presumably, the other. The morning sun made the mist around her glow with a golden pink-ish light. It was beautiful, but the young Blackthorn failed to notice as she mentally drew each curve of the water along the valley.

A shadow glided over the land in a sweeping path over Liffey's back. She paused to look skyward, spotting some sort of large bird of prey sihlouetted against the sun. She watched as it circled her twice before flying off to the East where it swung low and disappeared into the distant willows. The young wolf smiled to herself and breathed in deeply the morning air. She felt peaceful, content. Happy.