Neverwinter Forest See, it works in monkeys

His hackles raised, his sudden tension and growl, the look of worry and anger over his features... None of it were expressions she had seen upon Bronco before unless of course in play. It had caused Kyr in that split second to stop, as though to still herself so that he may assess her with the realization all was well. Her tail beat low behind her, happy for his reaction in knowing how much her safety meant to him, one of his own packmates or not. 

He came forward then, licking at her bloodied mug and she in turn nosed around him jawline and nap stubbornly and roughly as usual fashion, making sure he too seemed all well off in the month that had separated them. She was a scout and huntress which often meant she was out and about from the territory to do her duty, in dangers way. She had limited herself to not stray out of sight of the forest but that also meant limiting her hunting range. Soon it was something the pack would not be able to afford if they were to survive and she would be forced to dismiss the command of @Mal and her own better judgement in order to insure the new young lives in their pack. 

She was not the only one at risk, she knew, as Bronco being a guardian, should trouble strike again (as much as it did so) he would be the first in line to defend the region. He was fine at least for now it seemed which left the both of them at ease. 

Was that how your homeland was, rather flat like the Glen? She had been told of it, in the west, though had not yet had the need to travel anywhere near that region to know. Whilst Vallkyrie did enjoy leaving near the open flatlands as she did now, where she could get a good run in even if she wasnt hunting, she didnt imagine wanting to live there. She enjoyed the deep woodland, as like the forest she was in now. Kyr had traveled much between the Moonspear chain and Sunspire before finally settling on Neverwinter forest. 

Raw-boned shoulders would roll, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her dark wet lips. Been trying to play catch up, especially with my hunting range limited. Just a few weeks back Simmik and I took our turn at searching out west for Mal and Miriam's missing pup. Still no sign of him... A small frown, then. She still almost felt guilty about how nice it had been to have the simplicity of simply traveling with a partner, taking a step back from the constant hardship thus far Neverwinter had given her.