Northstar Vale Poursuivez vos Petits Rêves

The young prince wove his way through mountain passes with careful, nimble footwork. From the zenith, he could see a valley of green, like a verdant pool of forest in the deep embrace of the mountain range. His eyes glimmered with curiosity; wetting his lips, he inhaled the fresh pine scent, and began to pick his way down to the vale.

Once there, however, he found himself abruptly facing markings left behind by one- maybe two- wolves. A weak boundary, but a boundary nonetheless…And weaknesses, he’d learned, were often something he could gain from. 

He meandered about, milling near the borders, passing along the markings without crossing beyond them, figuring that at some point, he would meet one of them on guard duty. 

And if he didn’t, by the time he arrived at his starting point, he’d test their awareness.