Northstar Vale every fang and claw

she does not know what she searches for, as dawn breaks again. perhaps it is power, as she had had not long ago. perhaps it is fulfillment; something she has come to learn is something else entirely, an unknowable thing. she knows only the constant flux of all things, and among those things what she has come to value. 

the warlord-of-nothing steps tightly against the rockface, aware of the way it drops away suddenly just ahead. below spreads a vale that seems half-familiar, and perforated with the scent of some unfamiliar pack. curiosity pricks, but she continues her way parallel of the borders none the less, though her pricked ears and stiff tail speak of her heightened awareness.