Northstar Vale running in the dark to find East of Eden

looking for @Andraste ♥

she sits motionlessly in the gloom, gaze cast upwards despite the heavy sky concealing her beloved luminous patterns. every now and then though, the chilling breeze would tear a gap in the ominous cloud cover and desperate shafts of broken silver would dapple the earth in fruitless dances before being quenched into darkness by the constant movement above. dissatisfied, she drops her head to gaze back towards the shadowed vale. her vantage point is towards the territory's edge for increased height more than anything. she enjoyed being able to look upon the expanse of her new home in one sweep of her gaze, and it certainly made her job much easier than if she was as blind as any threat who may decide to make a move on the sleepy haven.

her jaws widen in a yawn jawns yet it's more instinctive than anything, inside that restless energy buzzes throughout her entire vessel as if she's attached to an electrical current. ears lean back as a soft sigh is freed into the frigid air. she wishes to find andraste, the pallid woman who she'd pledged loyalty to. there is a deserving guilt present at her lack of communication and the valitúrë is sick of such pathetic wallowing. she was not one to sulk over childish wishes, dark eyes seem to grow even cooler as her jaw twitches. when had she grown so privileged? she had a home with good wolves where she was safe, how would faolan think to see her fret over such a thing because she wanted more. her heart clenches painfully. he'd be disgusted and rightfully so!

she must find the feathery fae and perhaps not only out of duty for it seemed upon discovering the strength of companionship; tundra had begun to seek it. she wasn't as content as she may once have been to maintain the role of the ghost who drifted solemnly along the borders, no, as much as she cursed it, tundra wanted to belong. how it made her inwardly cringe to admit it as the thoughts of what sharp chides she would've once received for such a wish plague her in response. 

she shifts her position slightly yet remains leaned back on her haunches; tomorrow. it was too late to drag any from the blissful land of sleep, she would just have to wait.