Northstar Vale [j] The Tears of Agea

@Tenzin | @Raheerah | @Dawa The mornings, these days, were never without some kind of activity to begin. Whether it was to mark the borders or inspect them, or forage through the snow for sustainable food, there was something that needed doing. The life of a wanderer had been all she knew for a while, but it had not settled wholly. In repetitive chore, she recalled the life once had as a pack wolf, though with an agreeable difference of the lacking ill disposition. The wolves of the Vale were there to rest and be a part of a grander thing. And while she was content to remain but a part, she was glad for those that took more from the serenity and security of the mountain. Not unlike those that beckoned on the borders. She was swift to the reply, trusting another of the Vale would not be far behind to receive the young caller. Her heavy steps were quiet as she came upon him within the crevice of the mountains, noting pointedly the state of him; no different than she had once been as a wanderer. Though she bore him no sympathy only the stoic visage of an observant thing. Until her maw parted slightly to permit the roll of her tongue across stout muzzle, and the soft, raspy words that flowed freely then. “Your call has been heard,” she uttered plainly. “A head of the Vale shall be along to receive you.” Her tail flicked mildly. “Til that time; what name do I address you by?”