Northstar Vale you are my friend

it must be an arctic thing, the scout thought. they all seemed to move so quickly while maintaining an almost unimaginable poise. short-legged bhediya envied her purebred counterparts most when travelling beside them. moonspear? she repeated. her voice was quiet, the question meant to go without a response.

the idea of a sanctuary was a new one to the scout. most packs focused on themselves and their own well-being with little regard for outsiders. bhediya wondered how the dynamics of such a pack might work. as they continued along their path, a myriad of scents began to gather. how many live here? not wanting to seem overly intrusive, she followed up with, you don't have to tell me, actually. i'm just really interested.