Northstar Vale Aumetra the witch.

The wintry morning had Zulema slipping from the warmth of their den rather early before her family had stirred awake. She wanted to know every nook and cranny of the vale, but this morning in particular she wanted to see something new. Unfortunately her search left her without direction on her way home, perhaps she shouldn't have ventured out on her own this cold morning.

Her paws stung from the frigid ground, it was cold, and now she was hungry. She wanted to find her mom now, the comfort Tamar offered was unmatched. As the thought crossed her mind, her tail wagged as her mother's scent wafted by her nose, and who she believed to be Towhee. Zulema's tracking skills weren't entirely developed, grumbling in frustration after feeling like she was walking in circles.

❝Mom?!❞ Zulema resorted to calling out for her, ears perked and swiveling around, ❝Mommmm?❞

She wanted to go home already and exaggerate her short lived adventure to her siblings.