Northstar Vale the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn.

lobs my lonely boi in here

Though Arrow Lake now prospered with new life, the argent male was determined to scour the rest of these mountains himself which he, quite literally, had fallen short of. The trek to the Vale was easy enough -- being spire-born had it's evident perks -- but when he chanced upon it, it smelt of a settlement. Yet... there seemed to be not a trace of pack-belonged wolves, yet, as far as he could tell.

He let his mind linger over his sister's recent, brooding nature for another moment, knowing she would be fine; another moment had him mulling over Stigmata, and where the ever-loving hells the basilisk had slithered off to. His gaze was considering, for perhaps he could manage to serve the iron-clad in some way.

But in the next, he was jaunting his way on over to not one, but two handsome males spotted some ways away. "Who knows? For all we know, this one," a wry nod to the first speaker, "has frightened them all away. A shame, perhaps?" Smiling ever-impishly, Vonn let his gaze flicker between either male; one burnished, one muted. "Do either of you know much of this Vale?"