Northstar Vale not an answer to be heard

Taki moved through the snow-covered valley, studying the land so that she could know every inch of it. The snow and the cold here was nothing like the glacier, and so she roamed though it with relative ease, white puffs of air leaving her lips with every exhale. The scent of a stranger made her tense, and she stopped her task to scan the area. Her fiery gaze found the young wolf repeatedly slamming a rabbit into the ground, blood and body parts splattered around, vibrant against the white snow. She watched him for a few seconds, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. 

She trotted in his direction, stopping a few feet from him, tail raised and confident gaze scanning his form and the gore around him. It is not smart to waste food in the winter, she rebuked, her expression disapproving. He looked like he could use the meal too, and upon further inspection of his scent, she noted hints of infection. So he was skinny and injured, and he was here wasting his food like he had plenty to go around. Already, she deduced that he probably wasn't too bright, but he was still just a kid, which was why she even initiated conversation rather than leaving him to his self-destructive behavior.