Northstar Vale he is you

To her, there was no grander stage than the lengths of the mountains of the Vale. Their terrain was ever changing, the challenges endless for the skillful to fail then master again. Each time stood upon them was a learning experience in and of itself to sharpen the innate skill and encourage creativity that should one stumble upon mountains that different, the muscles and bones would know how to move- they would know how to dance upon any stage. This was her practice, her training in the Vale, and as always it concluded to a brisk trot through the woodlands. She was not fond of the flatter lands, but she was learning, with due respect to the lessons endured and still learning throughout her days. Her pace lacked the grace that could be seen on the mountain. Her steps uneven and uncertain, but determined none the less. She needed more practice, of this she knew. But more so than that, she needed a distraction to take her mind from her dislike and allow her to immerse herself in simply ‘moving’. No better call was that than of the short yip of the newest Vale-dweller, no doubt acclimating well if he openly sought the ears of his brethren. Letting her mind slip away from uncertainty, she moved with purpose toward his location, her bulk a force parting through the heavy flora not nearly touching but allowing the earth to bend away at her will. Her appearance was sudden as she came upon him then. Fur unkempt and mane as per usual wild and unruly as her posture slouched comfortably upon the decay of a fallen tree. But there was a spark in her bi-colored eyes to draw away from her dirtied form- dared one address it as ‘life’, pure and complicated. She said nothing to him first but bent her ears forward to listen, beckoning silently that he explain his call.