Northstar Vale Keep on movin'

Her steps were careful, nose high as she searched for the scent of a cache. Yes, not many wolves are willing to go through the effort of traipsing through a mountain. She spoke in response, both a compliment to him and a jab to her enemies.

Soon she paused, digging up a fat rabbit and offering it to Greywood. Where have you come from? Far? Her tone was curious, her tail remaining high and even.

She truly had grown into her role; a maternal figure through and through, but intimidating all the same. If only her maman could see her now.