Northstar Vale it's forged from things

gojira, though trying to straddle the precarious line between neutral territory and no man’s land, tries to find his way out of the valley with it’s sloping terrain and treacherous paths. having lived on flatland with the mountains rising in the far distance but always out of the tenrai’s grasp, having been trained and kept wiled away in the heart of the copse. his benevolent nature, or perhaps it was the docile dog in him that kept him obedient to the protests of his mother when he tried to bargain with her.

he does not know how to traverse this rough terrain and the jagged rocks that protrude up from the earth like a titan’s inner teeth tell gojira that they would kill him if he misstepped. so, resolved, he veers down towards the borders of the pack that holds the vale and leaves a respectful distance between the scent markers and his body, tips his head back and howls for them.