Northstar Vale A Long Journey Ongoing

Aiolos was on the move, as he usually was; a restless young male. The moonlight left the fiery coloration of his coating bright and yet out before him, the stark white female was aglow. She looked like a phantom in this moonlight, she could be the moon herself.

Aiolos had thought he followed behind the scarred woman which guided them but a sniff tought him otherwise. He neared closer and now, knew certain it was not she and, a female he had yet to meet. Though she didnt have the scent of any of the Vale wolves upon her. She sid not have the familiar scent. 

Her words confirmed it all, mumbled into the night air and Olo's ears perked to them. I think not. He spoke, for the first time holding himself in regard as a protector to these lands.