Northstar Vale Bons Voeux

her nostrils flared as she sniffed over some drying leaves.

hardly anything of interest. which was why she welcomed the distraction of being summoned instead. around viskani were many scents, thick and rich.

vulpine.

it was not as if she had never scented the fox before, but she was not sure she had seen it like this. acting like some kind of wild child, weaving and twisting around. if bracken held deeper feelings on it, she concealed them behind a plain face.

a soft flick of an ear. attentive and listening to whatever might be said.