Moonspear mighty lonely on my own in the city

Dawn had come and gone, taking with it the soft light of morning. Awake and moving a little late today, Keres had eventually made her way down the slope to make use of herself at the borders. After her discussion with Hydra, Keres had decided she would pick up the slack wherever she could until she found her own calling. No use in sitting around twiddling her paws while she sorted herself out, after all.

So it was that she was patrolling this morning, stopping every so often to mark the borders and investigate errant scents, making sure they did not venture past where they should have. Coincidence or fate put her close already when the call had gone up and, not recognize the voice, the silvered valkyrie immediately adjusted her course and set a pace to intercept the visitor.

Only when she neared did she slow, tail and head adopting a dominant posture to the one who had called. Hello, She greeted, eyes flickering over the fowl at the woman's feet before looking up to her again. I am Keres, of Moonspear. And you are?