Northstar Vale My sun becomes your moon

The northron watched as he approached, her posture assembled into neutral confidence. It was one thing to meet a harmless female such as Heloise or Willoughby in the Vale but the sight of the unfamiliar male was not one that inclined her to drop her guard. 

Still, her smile was polite as he halted across from the caches she had begun digging and introduced himself. Inwardly, she felt a flare of curiosity as he mentioned Diaspora for that was where the silver bird resided. It was a strange expression as well, to claim the mountains when it was almost entirely comprised of neutral territories. But perhaps the male was one of those Alphas, and the statement was a mere phrase of authority meant to intimidate. Whatever the case, Liri didn't bother questioning him about it. 

"Liri Blackfoot," she introduced herself simply. 

"I was," she admitted truthfully, seeing no reason to lie about such a thing. "The cough only comes back when I push myself too hard but," the healer shrugs. Founding a pack requires a lot of hard work.

"Is there a reason why you were spying on me?" The fae asked curiously, not in the least offended, as she returned to digging though more slowly as her focus was centered on the conversation.