Northstar Vale cut your hair and shave your beard

Star had begun patrolling the borders. Once upon a time this had been a routine for her, almost daily, when she lived at Swiftcurrent, and later when she lived in little packs here and there. More than a year of being a nomad had put her out of practice (not that it was a difficult activity), but now her old bones made it a little harder. She was holding up well for her age, but her gait was slower than it once was. Nevertheless, her paws carried her over stone and grass alike.

Something caught her eye, a silvery figure just ahead. Of course she did not know all the members of the pack yet, but she knew she did not belong. Her scent came upon the wind, different than the rest, not like the Vale. And there was something... off-putting, about this girl's general aura. Like there is a hollowness beyond her skin and eyes.

Star's fur bristled at the sight of her, but she calmed herself and approached her with seriousness. Andraste had a policy of giving trespassers a chance, to explain themselves and the like, before utilizing force. Whether or not Star agreed with it was irrelevant, it was the way of the pack and so she would make it her way as well. "Good afternoon, let it be known that you are trespassing in Courtfall territory. Please state your business here," She huffed. It amused her, to hear herself speaking with such formality, but she maintained a straight face and a stern gaze.