Northstar Vale i used to be soft

The male bows, a gesture that causes a flush to spread throughout the yearling's body. No one had dared bowed to him before. Not Valour. Not Easthollow. It shakes him slightly, though he is quick to shield it with earnest gulp and a raise of his paw in an attempt to get the other to stop.

He was a peasant, after all.

"Tzenno," he sounds. An odd name—one that is not odder than the others among him.

Clay flicks his tail idly as he glances around. "Clay—I'm afraid I cannot give you much information as I am a newcomer myself." There seems to be no sign of Reiko, Ibis, or Takashi around. Hopefully, they would come soon.

"The empress or her court should be here soon," He looks back at Tzenno out of the corner of his eye before continuing to survey the land around. "Where do you hail from? What skills do you have?"