Northstar Vale Sýzygos

forgive me for this ungodly wait!

The returned call settled her into a neat stance upon the borders; a pose meant to see to it that she was not caught unaware nor seen as some beggar. Exousia had no interest in feigning need. A flash of red on the horizon caught her scanning eyes, and she watched with reserved attentiveness as the guardian approached.

He was large and muscular, each to her tastes, with a powerful aura that she could respect. Both the shade of his fur and eye color were exceptionally eye-catching, but she cared more for his hale physique than his undoubtedly handsome countenance. Unfortunately for her, he was no doubt claimed by this pack, if not by some she-wolf of great fortune.

Ave, warden, she greeted him readily and gave a short dip of her muzzle. Your eyes see much. I am indeed a traveler, but I will soon retire the trade, fate willing. A small wag of her tail against her hocks, an inkling of good nature behind her mask of scrutiny. You are a warrior, no? Is this a place of many like you?