Noctisardor Bypass [m] northernmost

Veteran came charging, but Dione took notice of how he slowed himself before getting too close. She was pleased with his manners, a fact made obvious through her lightly waving tail.

She was a woman of traditions carved through instinct. It didn't matter how well she did or didn't know Veteran, what mattered was whether or not he could commit to the life she desired. Veteran, She smiled, closing the gap until their shoulders could touch with little more than a lean forward.

She wanted her borders to keep, her children to raise and her pack to hunt for. Could he provide that? Would he? I was just thinking about a trip to the valley.