Northstar Vale Reviens-moi, mon Petit Agneau

Few came to the vale in the mountains- even when he roved beyond the borders, he found the area was not one frequented often by vagrants. In a way, it was good news- a pack of three wolves could easily be rousted from their home by a meager wandering band of five if they envied the vale enough. So long as they remained secretive, they remained safe. Thanks to Gandalf for that advice.

Viskani returned. Another scent appeared along the border where she had come from- one that smelled of wilderness, but also seemed slightly similar. Another son, Tousaint figured; a petty catch for one who had gone scouting for new addition.

Nevertheless, he greeted Viskani with a smile as he approached. Your travels were safe, I ‘ope? He asked, casual and congenial.