Northstar Vale she's got tickets to her own show

Liri paused a moment, sensing that she had undertaken the task of enlightening the girl to a horrible truth and not relishing it at all. "I have been a settler of these lands for well on two years, " she began carefully. "I have met many 'good' people but I will not lie to you."

"Yes, there are some who would seek to cause you great pain if you mistakenly wandered onto their lands or you seemingly slighted them in some way." The northron's soot speckled crown tipped forward solemnly, matronly concern swirling in the chocolate pools of her optics. 

"I abhor the notion myself. I hope that the wolves at my back feel the same way. I set out to gather those who felt similarly, those who wanted a home and not a territory. A family, not a pack." Something wistful and forlorn flowed in her veins as memories of the Plateau pushed to the forefront of her mind. More than once she had sought such goals. Only time would tell if she would truly succeed.