Northstar Vale Gunpowder, gelatine, dynamite with a laser beam

The slightest hint of a familiar scent on the wind sent Viskani running to the borders. No words were spoken, and even Faust was left behind.

Paws bounding through the territory of her claim her ears remined perked, searching for the sound of light steps or rustling leaves. But there was no need, the Matriarche spotting her prize without it. "Chae! Mon petit agneau, c'est toi?" She cried out, "What happened to you?"

She spotted the head after she spoke, and for a moment her throat went dry. It was impressive, yet without knowing why he carried such a trophy she had to hold back her pride.