Northstar Vale word of mouth

meant for @Chaudry

he arrives at the edge of unfamiliar territory, the open ground a contrast to forneskja’s heavy pines. snow crunches under his paws with each careful step, and though the chill bites at his old wounds, he holds his head high. the wind carries the scent of a pack—strong, established, watchful.

lifting his muzzle to the pale morning sky, he releases a howl that rings through the still air, a summons meant for the wolves who guard this land. the echo resonates along the borders, carrying the message he bears. he waits then, breath pluming in the cold, collecting himself.