Northstar Vale Souvenirs de Toi

His path would ultimately take him to the very same flow of water that had caught the wanderer’s eye. His border patrol only half finished, he’d ranged inland a bit so he might slake his thirst before completing his rounds, but the sound of voices drew his attention. He slicked a wet paw over his ears, tidying the fur on his brow, and moved along the bank to find who it was that Viskani was talking to.

The timbre didn’t sound like one of her sons- though when he caught sight of the man, he would have believed that he might be one of her progeny- but for his subservient posture. From what he knew of Viskani’s lot, they were proud.

Madamme, He greeted, before his envious gaze flitted to the man. ’O be dis?