Northstar Vale markland

reneian empire. home. pack. home. 
a skittering twist of her lips, a rapidfire breath. "reiko. home." only those sounds were of sense to the fjord-dweller. a lick of her lips, the haunt of her stillcurrent stare floating far up and up and up the forbidding mountains, until their highest teeth were engulfed in cloud.
"home." and finally her flanks were quelled, and even a half-heart stir of her thigh-tucked plume accompanied the second repetition, as if the pretty one had handed her the words to a spell.