Northstar Vale a star fell from the sky

Whim's eyes snapped to the smaller wolf the moment he heard her stir, and he stood — perhaps out of politeness, but mostly out of sheer reaction and an insurmountable awkwardness that he seemed hardpressed to outrun — and watched her as she tripped over something on the ground before stepping nearer still and saying hello. Her uncomfortable entrance was like a balm to Whim; as he himself was no stranger to being a bumbling moron ninety percent of the time, he felt a bit of kinship with the girl in front of him, though his face was too blank to show it.


"Are you... alright?" he asked after a momentary pause, tilting his head to the side and regarding her with bright but cold eyes — he wasn't a terribly friendly creature, which was perhaps a virtue of his rather imposing and closed off appearance, or perhaps it was the other way around.