Northstar Vale You are the nighttime fear

mona had come home to roost for a time, having taken several extended patrols out of the vale since tindome's arrival. the days had grown somewhat warmer, and the collar around her neck had grown familiar. mona busied herself learning the lay of their new territory, her long strides and thirst for exploration leading her to several details other wolves might overlook.
today, however, the yearling found herself rather fatigued, perhaps from overexertion. a need for solitude overcame the little mayfair — she too sought out the higher reaches of the territory. but here she was not alone; the chocolate-hued frame of a she-wolf she should have met long before came into mona's vision. malice.
saddened suddenly by the realization that the woman had scarcely been able to mourn burke before the pack swept on, leaving behind the fresh mound of his grave, the nuro gave a soft chuff, stepping into malice's eye-range, though she was unsure of what to say.