Northstar Vale NSV CLAIM: we owe this to ourselves!

The dragon's rumble vibrated through the air, through her, and as the young woman felt it she side-stepped away. Out of the darkness of Raheerah's fur and in to the cold air, the emptiness, which was filled with the scents of many strangers. More and more, they just kept popping up. Her nose wiggled weakly as she gathered them. Dawa's head turned sharply when the familiar scent of Tenzin met her — and then his voice, which she heeded with a certainty that boasted of their time together. The crown of her head pressed against his descended chin as she moved but it was a brief contact, before a spark made her duck away from him.

His words flowed freely after. Dawa sank to her haunches as she listened, melting on to her chest with folded paws - a sphinx between a dragon and a ghost. Her blank stare — empty in every regard — passed over the strangers that peppered the landscape, while her ears flicked to catch the monk's words, and then the thunder of her guardian. There was nothing for her to say that hadn't already been said. The cleric was not as amicable as the monk, nor as intimidating and strong as her shadow; for an Alpha, she was perhaps their weakest link.

But she did believe in her abilities, and in her methods. Dawa would teach anyone willing to learn and the Vale would make something of itself; even if it amounted to being a secluded school, it would be well protected, and that was what they wanted.