Northstar Vale this night ain't for the holy man with the holy plan

The rogue priestess had smelt the tracks of young children but such borders had been perplexing in the least and concerning at the most. There didn’t appear to be any adults in the area, none that the healer could discern as she trotted through the shelter of the Vale’s forest — only just turning with the season — with Momotzli close to her hip, a flashing blip of wheaten gold against ivory. 

She’d intended to cut through the heart of the territory, perhaps seek the seas beyond the mountains, but the halfling could not help but follow the recent trail of the girl queen who appeared to rule the bountiful mountain pass. Curiosity beckoned, and the familiar scent of @Alduin. 

She stopped on the edge of the trees when she spotted the onyx she-cub, tail wagging and low in neutrality — knowing their claim was unofficial but she still stood on the dark femme’s land. A low, friendly note escaped her scarred throat as she called out, head tipping back slightly.  Her moonstones flickered down to her daughter for but a moment.