Northstar Vale My sun becomes your moon

Liri had not noticed the concealed spy, distracted as she was by the coughing fit that had overtaken her, nor could she have any way of identifying him as a member of Ruenna's new pack - the survivalist bunch that had claimed Arrow Lake. The disease was no longer infectious nor as taxing upon the northron; in a few moments she had regained her breath and risen from her sitting position. 

The sylph took a few deep breaths as she steadied herself on three paws, turning to face the new caches once more. There were still tasks that needed attending to, Liri would just have to pace herself a bit better until she had fully recovered. 

A prickling sensation along the back of her nape tugged at the tracker's attention until at last her mahogany gaze lifted to spot the unfamiliar pack wolf nestled amongst the rocky slopes. 

A low rumble of greeting escaped her pale throat, echoing across the space as the fae waited patiently to see what he wanted.