Northstar Vale Pas de Pitié

Something unfamiliar caught his attention, the breeze adding strength to the sickening smell of wolf who was not his own filling his nostrils. This disrespect would not be tolerated, not today.

He began to follow the path laid by the wind, attempting to keep the calm and professional composure of his mother. He would have been successful if not for his glare.

Soon the shapes on another slinking through the trees was spotted, the man lifting his tail at the sight. He called out to them, "You there, you are not of La Montagne." His tone was stern, his voice elevated. This was his mother's territory now, and while it would never truly be his he would defend it for her sake and the sake of the family he would have here.