Northstar Vale the land that breathes

Airi took up her sentinal post atop the mountain closest to Porcupine Ridge, knowing that the Flatlands below would serve as the main breeding place of enemies to her, to the pack. She knew it would not be true all of the time, but she liked her perch here; not too high so that she was inperceptible to the pack below, but high enough that she was away, like the goddess she was. Close to touch, but still so far away to be an enigma. 

From her perch, she saw a familar sneering face. Dusky umber with a golden stare, she instantly branded the boy as an annoyance, or perhaps even a threat. Airi rose immediately to follow him, watching as he cocked his leg to mark...a tree. Airi wanted to laugh. And she did. Please tell me you are simply draining your bladder, She drawled, scorn and slight amusement tinging her voice. Because the border, I believe, is supposed to be over there, She pointed to the mountain ridge with her muzzle. Or, are you hoarding things to yourself? She looked up at the twiggy thing, barely a tree or a sapling, more like a...fallen branch that was still growing, somehow.