Northstar Vale the snow carefully everywhere descending

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Eleuthera ran without stopping. She was grateful for her many days as a nomad for strengthening her and giving her the gift of endurance — but her movements were not lighted by her years moving from place to place. Instead, it was pure adrenaline that drove her over the mountains and through the forests, crossing rivers. She was utterly disturbed by what she had seen in the willows: a man smelling of the Saints, disregarding their scent borders, causing distress, and showing great disrespect.

She did not know what happened with him, as she had begun her journey to the empire in a flutter of lilac fur, during the whole event. Eleuthera trusted that the faeries would be able to expel him, given their numbers over them (and Orlaith’s fire), but with two unfortunate occurrences in one day, Eleuthera figured she musn't wait lest the other packs have their own borders breached, and their own members brutalized.

Eleuthera approached the borders of the Empire without hesitation, but stopped just short. She was out of breath, but honestly, no worse for wear. For having covered a great distance in such little time, she allowed herself a moment to breathe and drink from a nearby stream. Then, she threw back her head and called for whoever wanted to listen — but, hopefully, someone with a little authority.

calling leadership! @Ibis @Reiko