Northstar Vale you've been drinking like the world was gonna end (it didn't)

sun bears down on the vale. it only early morning, and yet already it is clear that they are destined for another clear, sun-drenched day. the woman has been active since her joining, finding the caches, occasionally the dens of strangers, but seeking most importantly those trails and movements of prey she will seek to become intimately familiar with. there is a stark distance between hunting as a lone wolf and as one of a pack; here, there is a balance to be kept, a set system of movement and habit to exploit. 

it is a game trail that the woman moves along now, elegant gate carrying her swiftly along. here and again she slows, brushing dark nose over a tuft of fur, a disturbance in the ferns.