Northstar Vale to kick around as a toy

The thing cantilevers off a mound of dirt as it twists, launching itself towards her through the trees. As it gets nearer she makes out its gawky proportions, the way its face is low, and the haggard, ugly mud-brown of a pelt she finds repulsive. Hime does not hide her disgust and her snout contorts in a scowl. She is already limited in her capacity for empathy and this thing, obviously low-born if not some kind of disgusting hybrid. Hime can't tell what gender they are; the sickness is too strong, obfuscating any other markers they may carry.

Something is spoken - phlegmy sounds, perhaps a name, she doesn't listen too intently. Something about coyotes. A brother? Her scowl deepens and Hime flashes her teeth, backing off a step. This disgusting thing should not be here. It should certainly not be in the vale, nor breathing her air, and if she had the compulsion to chase it off herself it is curtailed by a sense of self-preservation. She could call for help.

She should call for help.

Where the hell are all the guards -- she hisses under her breath, looking hastily around again, not wanting to lose sight of this stranger in case they make any sudden movements. A blur of something large and cumbersome piques her interest, and soon enough Collision is striding beyond her, positioning himself as her shield; she feels her confidence return to her.

The stranger's head moves with an unnatural sway. You thing! Leave now! Get your filthy self out of my sight! But, surprise surprise, shouting at a problem doesn't exactly amount to much. The guardian before her does the same, bellowing in the face of the mongrel, and Hime steps back to let her protector do his duty.