Northstar Vale chasing moments

Late under the cover and still of the night, she went threading back into the confines of the Vale. Her miles were many, she had circled down, then back around, only to drift back by the claim on occasion. Since moving to here, central upon the range like this and the onset of spring's best attempts so far, she found plenty of places to rove.

High winds the last two days had made travel pretty miserable--so the Jomyo who arrived today was a bit ruffled and worn, but she was bright-eyed all the same. She slowed up along the borders, and loitered there with her nose low to try to catch up on the week's happenings here.

It seemed as tranquil as ever but not that she was helping, often out with her feet running elsewhere. She moved on, but very slowly, through the dark on her quietest of pawsteps.