Northstar Vale running down to the riptide

The Blackfoot could feel doubts of her own tug at her thoughts. Would these conquerors as Ruenna described them be willing to give up a chunk of the mountains they considered their land? Suppose they didn't and it came to bloodshed. A heavy feeling of dread settled over her shoulders; simultaneously, a fierce and possessive determination filled her heart. 

Liri had surrendered the Vale once, she would not do so again. 

Her focus was drawn back to the silver with her next words, nodding in agreement. Perhaps Diaspora lay claim to the Sunspire but even if Liri's group were chased off - how long until another bunch of rogues decided the elevated terrain made a suitable home? No pack had the numbers to sustain such a feat, an alliance was the only way to amass a force large enough to secure the range. 

Perhaps Diaspora would be in agreement. 

She forgot her worries for the moment, grinning widely as she rose to her paws. There were no words to express her excitement at Ruenna's return, she turned and with a motion to follow, eagerly led the silver on a tour of the resplendent valley.