Northstar Vale vivid echoes of the dream on his mind

Kindred spirits then, battling the same foe and ending up torn asunder by feline claws. The Wayfarer lifts an eyebrow, pondering how she guessed yet the marks are perhaps obvious and the snow wolf perspective. Observant. Those who hold a claim ought to be, right?

Yeah, he confirms, rolling his shoulders and flexing his forepaws. You the one who hurt it first? Impressive, in a way, since the feline refused to back down—much like how this one seems unwilling to break if the Wayfarer chooses to charge forth. It almost makes him eager to raise his fangs, but the injury halts him for now.