Northstar Vale Alligator teeth

all welcome, trespass >:)

Wretched silver crept past the sharp spires of the ridge, now overlooking the lush vale of their neighbours with gleeful craze, sharp little nails scratched across the stone and she scurried from ledge to ledge, crossing into borders now far more populated than they had been in her first visit, not that she was all that aware.

Unsurprisingly, she had thought little of asking for clearance, not a whiff of a mention to Hex or Muskrat; better to ask forgiveness than permission... or something like that, she didn't have the best grasp on sayings nor on listening to superiors. To some it was second nature, to her, it was a conscious process, and one she often neglected to even recall. Urchin even now. Twas a lesson they were bound to learn someday.

She brought with her a bundle of herbs collected in the fields of yellowstone, hopefully to trade for something worthwhile... maybe a nice elkskin for the den.. or the chance to steal some seedlings to bring back to the ridge, or hell, maybe she really just wanted something to fill the time when her usual haunts were off living their own lives and doing their own things without her involved 24/7. (Rude of them) Maybe a part of her was simply drawn to that woman who seemed to warm some unidentifiable ache in her chest. It was strange, and yet she felt inclined to return.

Seeker of closeness. She hated being alone and hated when others left her as such. There was no limit to how far she was willing to go to fill that void.

And Viskani had invited for a meal all those weeks ago! The ravenous nature of this one meant an invitation of that nature was never forgotten.

Oh but who could resist me? She would plead a good case, see if she could stay for dinner, work her diplomacies, for the ridge! right?

She wanted to be useful. They'd get rid of her if she wasn't.