Northstar Vale drenched Mads, tear in eyes Mads, drinking hard Mads, naked Mads in freeze

The Vale was growing in familiarity as she wound between trees and craggy mountainsides -- she had little else to do aside patrol the soon-to-be borders of the court. Russet fur was dotted with splashes of mud, the rain of autumn turning the ground beneath her to mush. She sighed, giving dampened fur a shake before continuing her wandering 'round the outskirts of the Vale.

The sun began to sank and familiar pale fur caught her attention. Pawsteps hastened as she approached, assuming the sound of her feet against the ground and her scent drifting in the gentle breeze would be enough to announce her presence. 

"How are you fairing today?" The words came quick from her maw as she slowed, standing a few tail-lengths from the wolf.