Bearclaw Valley on the nights you feel outnumbered

Eventually he eased up, sliding slowly into a calmth. Perhaps it had not been clear to him that she was a part of this pack. It was no surprise to her; she was new and she spent most of her time around her dark counterpart or alone. The world of mortals did not interest her very much, and the only reason she was part of this pack was because Thief willed it so and because the spirits had led her here.

The answer to his question was an easy one. Though the priest was often not one for answering questions directly, she recognised that this one was one who was very rooted in the mortal world. Not unlike Powergirl in some ways. The energy, she said as she gestured her muzzle towards the rock at Bearclaw Valley's entrance. The sacred rock. It might just be a rock to anyone else, but it was important to the spirits and it was certainly important to Thief, that much was clear.