Northstar Vale Sleep off the destruction

The wispy yearling had kept near to the Vale's inner sanctum since their arrival, eagerly scouting for what resources remained u n r a v a g e d after the earth's many rumblings. What little he discovered wasn't worth any praise and consequently forced him towards the outer reaches of the forest, eventually dropping him in the unexplored grasslands that lied nestled in the valley.

Here, he was hoping to find traces of prey or perhaps a reliable water source that had not been ruined by the quakes. What he discovered instead was the faint, faded, metallic stench of b l o o d and naturally, as any half-starved beast would do, took to following the trail.

Upon uncovering the owner behind the sweet scent that had lured him in, Dagwood let whatever hope he'd gathered in procuring a meal slip away only to be replaced seconds later, with interest and concern for the sun-kissed male.

"Are you alright?"