Northstar Vale this is exactly what kojima envisioned

Travelling was nothing new to him; for how many years has he been a wayward soul now? Too many, perhaps, but it was but a way of life so ingrained into his very essence that he wondered if he might ever be stripped of it. Second nature—first, even, he wasn’t too sure anymore—and a seemingly permanent component to his existence. Yet, this woman he found himself following, revealed herself to be cut from a different cloth. And how refreshing it was to realise, many of those he’d met over the years just the same as him: alone and content to remain that way, loyalty promised to none other than himself. But he did wonder how the other side of the coin lived, intrigued by the inner-workings of a solidified pack—how they may differ from the Keep, those memories the only he possessed to use for comparison.

Eros found himself observing the woman as she called out to the Vale, the meanings not lost on him. This was her home, he presumed, and she, their leader. A dweller of the range, just as he once was; had the peaks bore her the same as they had him, or was she merely an immigrant, settling into foreign lands? “This is your home,” he stated as she settled, fleeting gaze tracing the treetops before flicking back to her. “I visited this place once, a long time ago…” The memory felt like a dream now, the faces within it blurry, but he knew the land was the same—it was peaceful, the sense of safety that the walls provided easily remembered.