Northstar Vale With our final breath

Scarred veteran made his way through the pack lands. Taking to heart what Lady Tamar had said. He had to trust that Meadow would speak with him of her wants, needs, thoughts, whatever it maybe when she was ready. For now he was learning the pathways that wound through the vale. The rivers and streams that bubbled and chattered with icy clogs at the moment. The tall trees and the animals that made their home there. It would be beautiful here in spring.

There wasn't much to be done on a day like today. And until he found out exactly how the teaching worked, he was on his own. He didn't miss Mereo as much as he thought he would. It was with dawning realization that forcing himself into the role of soldier at such a place. It had also helped to press the symptoms of his brain to overload as well. Akashingo and exhaustion had just been the final straw.

He found himself beneath a small tree, with blue eyes looking out over the vail. Fur along his ruff stayed up as he was vigilant, but he took a breath and then another.