Northstar Vale An Ugly Heart Makes For a Pretty Face

There was little she could ask for, and even then there was no one to ask of.

The sun beginning to set, Pala had grown tired. Days of travel left her paws cracked and her throat dry, and all she wished for was a place to rest.

Mountains were a familiar terrain that she was drawn to, and the scent markings in the vale did little to send her away. She would see what was here first.