Northstar Vale it's all water under the bridge now

From a distance the grizzled blot looked almost like her sister, and she attributed the haze to the drizzle of rain that had started overhead. Much as she would have enjoyed basking in the sun or hiding in the shade, Hime could not keep herself entertained in solitude and she was drawn towards the stranger because of her utter boredom. At first, sure, she'd thought it was Reiko and was bitterly pleased to have found her—then she thought it might be the puny slut she had encountered a day or so ago, and slowed down, a grimace of disgust playing across her face before she could assume the mask of royalty.

No; this stranger was grey for other reasons. Tainted somehow by poor genetics, she assumed. Yet another mutt of low breeding left to roam this wonderful vale. Really, where did Reiko find all of these peasants? They infested the place like fleas, weaving in and out of the forested hills, taking full advantage of the so-called Empresses soft heart. Ugh. Gross.

With a breath and a blink Hime assumed the posture of someone in charge, then continued to follow along. Her strides were measured, her head raised with confidence, and her face softened as she put on the guise of Reiko. It was easy for her to do so—they were twins, and Hime was well versed in this act—so that when she arrived by the other wolf it would be difficult to discern any differences.

She bat her lashes as she watched them move along their patrol route, and waited to be noticed.