Wapun Meadow A bed of flowers, a good place for a nap

A smile tugged at her lips as she is met with laughter and kindness. A grace she herself hopes to give others. She followed attentively. One ear turned, attuned to their periphery.

The prospect of a shared hunting expedition — if one could call hunting hares an expedition — gave Vale a second wind. The newfound vigor did not replace her rationality. Much time had passed since she last partook in a coordinated effort. Even if she wasn't concerned for her own hunger, the thought of making a fool of herself twisted her gut into a knot.

Urging herself to regain the focus she had only moments before, she looked sidelong at the wolf besides her. She was already following in the step of this stranger. Why not continue to follow her lead? 

Catching. Her silver stranger would start the pursuit, and she would see it through.