Northstar Vale a little girl

Things in the vale were tense; even the youngest members could feel it, though they did not understand it.

In the early morning, dew still undisturbed as it settled, Chandra pulled herself from her mother's den. Walking was still difficult, but her other three legs had grown strong enough now to support her without the assistance of the twisted leg. Some of the worry had faded from the eyes of her maman, Chandra's fears dissipating with it.

Small head swivelling, she looked out upon the world in front of her. There was a path from the willow root den, one she could easily follow. With a moment of hesitation, she began to do just that.