Northstar Vale she's gotta be sure it's gotta be soon

For @Rannoch!

”They had that babykiller look about them, you know? Woulda haunted me forever.”

Borsca would repeat that exact phrase several times over the coming days, carefully chosen to make light of her efforts without underplaying the seriousness of what had happened. She hadn’t been badly hurt - her adversaries were not of mountain stock - and when poor footing had sent the first to his death, the second did not see much point in fighting on. Borsca was bigger, and clearly not at her first rodeo.

First light was stretching over Northstar Vale when Borsca crossed the line between rock and greenery - a clear border even without scent markings. She squinted into the gloom, hoping to find a sentry on duty before she was forced to rouse the whole pack with a howl.