Northstar Vale Keep on movin'

The terrain here was unlike his home’s rugged peaks and open skies, yet he found its enclosed stillness intriguing. There was a quiet vitality to the place, one that hummed beneath the surface of every tree, every blade of frost-tipped grass.

“Rabbit works fine,” he replied evenly, tail swishing. “Winter isn’t the season to be particular.” He offered the faintest of smiles, a flicker of dry humor in his tone.

As they moved further into her territory, Greywood kept his attention divided between her and their surroundings.

“You’ve a strong hold here,” he remarked after a pause.