Northstar Vale i used to be gossamer and silk

weight shifts, ears perk and swivel in the direction of the throaty chuff that hangs in the serene stillness of the moonlit night. mid-cheek rub, tzenno draws away from the mouth of the tunnel that housed his den. sunflower gold gaze sweeps over the shadows until it alights upon the packmate standing nearby. the rōnin's tail draws across his scarred hocks in a gentle, amiable wave. hello, he greets. i'm tzenno, he introduces himself. i'm new here. though he thinks only after he's said it that, that was probably as obvious as the moon in the sky.

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