Northstar Vale mythic

With the pack officially forming, set routines were beginning to be put in place. Chaudry resting in the den it was now her turn to check the borders, a task that she was quickly growing familiar with.

Peering out from the tree line she spied the figure of another. She itched to charge them, but Pala knew very well that such behaviour would be frowned upon. The montagne wolves believed in barking before you bit, not to mention the odd agreement that did not allow blood to be spilled in the land between the vale and the ridge.

For now she waited, watching the stranger with burning eyes.