Northstar Vale the land that breathes

The territory was freshly claimed — they hadn't even properly marked their borders to warn intruders — yet Redshank strutted about as if he owned it all. Tail arched high above his back, the boy trotted alongside the winding river, pausing every so often to sniff at the reeds and plants that grew on its banks. The scent of otters and fish were abundant, signalling prey thrived here. A smirk curled across his lips as he peered into the waters hungrily. That would soon change.

For now, though, Redshank continued along on his mostly aimless wander. The sun was only just touching the peaks of the mountains that surrounded the vale — his vale. He passed a spindly looking tree and suddenly stopped, backing up and looking it over before cocking a leg and claiming this plant also as his.