Northstar Vale My Rotten Spirit Of Black

The lioness eyed her counterpart’s mouth slowly part to speak, but no words came out. Her option was definitely better than scaring others. But she wasn’t scared by this small, obsidian red-eyed wolf. The left corner of her lips tugged up into a smirk; she quickly shrugged it off with a gentle muzzle shake.

“No, there is not.” Agana nodded in agreement. Hunting was no longer an option for some time now; she roamed the spires since the Court claimed the Vale in search of prey; rarely if ever she would find something edible. Luckly for her, there was the pearl who stored some meat while she tried her luck elsewhere. “Hopefully when the spring comes, so will the prey.”