Northstar Vale word of mouth

A call comes; one of a wolf he does not recognise. He orders Pala to stay behind; he will go alone. A wolf so bold as to demand his presence is not one he will trust next to the woman carrying his children. For them to remain healthy, he knows well that she must be kept in good condition.

He stalks towards the borders with his tall and muscular frame held high, expression unrevealing and eyes burning.

The stranger is easy to spot, and he approaches the smaller wolf with the sure confidence of one who understands that his place is above the other in this vale. You come to Montagne and ask for audience. He raises an eyebrow. Why?

His social skills are nowhere near his mother's pure charisma. He is curt, straight to the point. He is made to be the fangs and claws, not the voice.