Northstar Vale Where to Start

reticent, shy, skittish — teya flirted around the edges of the packland, hunting mice that dared to enter in search of filled caches. the empire was a formidable place, and this knowledge terrified the half-baked rustwolf. 
it was less frightening, however, than roaming outside the vale, and so teya settled herself into the niche of there-and-away, and did not look up from her spiderleg roving through the thick leaves.
one and then another and then three and then — grey grey grey dove and soft scent.
the girl's plume stirred, dropped, ears splaying as she stared at the woman in a quiet fret.