Northstar Vale I hope the roof flies off and we get blown out into space

Kyrell had been more than interested when it was brought to his attention of the invitation. Hearthwood was still in its infancy and bolstering the claim and organizing its members took precedence over group hunts. He flanked the group as they traveled. Drfiting from remaining close to wandering several yards away. Alert and rapidly taking in the new scents as they traveled.

Upon entering the vale he lowered his nose to the ground. Wolf scent lingered, but it had gone stale. Kyrell's mind thought back to the hushed willows, wondering how the absence of more than half the pack would effect their own claim. He turned his attention to the rest of Hearthwood's hunting party. Reverie's excitement, Mae's tension, and Boone's contemplation. With a languid stretch Kyrell circled back to the group, offering a beat of his tail as Boone confirmed for them to stay.

Kyrell would explore the nearby grounds of their camp before turning in for the night to rest himself. Perhaps he would come back and explore it further another day.