Northstar Vale and all the pieces matter

Saleem nodded, then gestured for the other wolf to follow him. What's your name? he asked as he continued to patrol the outer rim of their home. The leaves on the trees had begun to change colors, though only a few here and there. Saleem didn't know what it meant, exactly, and he'd never really found things "beautiful," so he wondered if it had any other significance to it. Maybe the trees were shedding their summer coats for a thicker, warmer winter coat. Already, Saleem had noticed his own coat starting to get bulkier over the past week or so.