Hoshor Plains I have no time for confession

It occurred to her that the word was a cognate, just like montagne. She mused about this for a second before opening her mouth to answer Pala’s own question.

You know, I’m not sure. I think everyone does a little bit of that—guarding and patrolling, I mean—but I don’t know if there’s a specific rank for it. I’m actually not sure of all the ranks in Moonspear, which—my bad, Treepie acknowledged with a titter. I’d better change that soon, especially since I hope to occupy one of the top ranks someday.

Come to think of it, she didn’t know what specific title she aspired to nab for herself. Sialuk was the High Sage, she knew that much, and Tiuttuk had no interest in usurping her mother’s role. What was Alaric? It took her a moment to recall: Emprex? Maybe there could be more than one of those.

I’ll have to ask anaang about it, the young woman mused aloud. In the meantime, what I can tell you is that the pack is loosely focused on healing, kinship and spirituality. We’re on the small side but tightly-knit, even if the family dynamic was somewhat unorthodox. What about you guys? Do many live in the vale?