Northstar Vale daimort

Those words, tracing upon her mind's inventions;
"There has been a manner of that in my mind. It ... it is more suitable for ze Weald's mists, truthfully. I had ze thinking that every few times each moon, our members would divide themselves into two, equal segments; a fox pelt ze achieving item. It was my hope that I could condition my wolves with strategy, by way of intermitten ambush. However, I do think that we may accomodate it to this Vale."  She had slowed, with all that she had spoken— but, then, it was not necessarily a tourney—

Apologetic argents found the gleam of sage eyes; terrible rambling would be an adamant trait, always.  "Forgive me,"  the stricken wisps, a tad more than abashed,  "I believe a celebratory rite would be wonderful. A judged duel, to test might, and to know who would lead us upon that hunt, for morale, yes. ... Held, perhaps, each solstice?"