Northstar Vale i used to be soft

He hears the rumbling call above the earth, the shake of the animals fleeing under his paws in a desperate attempt to put as much ground between them and the stranger. Watching them past, The Prince curses under his breath at the sight of his prized hog leaving. A quick flare of anger running through his veins.

He would have to wait another day for his meal.

Turning, the slated boy stalks out of the hills, out of the coverage the trees provide and down towards where the call sounded. Upon turning against a rocky outcrop he is met with the stranger. Piercing yellow eyes and body cloaked in coal—shades darker than his own. He lets his emerald gaze rake over the form of them, grimacing at the unsightly manner of their paws.

Muddied. Gross.

"You're at the borders of Reneian Empire," he states, voice breaking the barrier of his feminine look. "What may I help you with, stranger?"