Northstar Vale Keep on movin'

When she offered the rabbit, he stepped forward, dipping his head in gratitude. “Thank you,” he said simply, his tone sincere as he took the offering. The scent of the fresh kill was tempting, but he didn’t dive in immediately, his manners keeping him measured.

“I’ve come from the Highreach Range,” he began, his amber eyes meeting hers as he straightened. “Solhearth Hold, a mountain pack not so different from yours in terrain, though our ways might be.”

He paused, glancing around the shadowed vale as if comparing it to his distant home. “It’s far, yes. The better part of a season’s journey.” His gaze returned to her, and his tone softened slightly, though it held a faint note of regret.

“I suppose I’m still traveling. Haven’t quite decided where I’m headed yet.”