Northstar Vale Sunburst

Tamar's summon drew her on swifter paws, but none so swift as others that appeared before her to the scene. The silver arrow went to the border, her masked countenance following the direction of a panicked commotion, feeling her hackles bristle at the blatant scent of fear and apprehension in the air.

Her tail arced up for a moment, her eyes studying the scenario with her lips set in a grim line. Honeyed eyes sought that of the male leader before falling to the laboring woman at their border. Her time with the sunchaser and mooneater had been one of harsh expectations, and it wouldn’t have been likely that they would have harbored much interest in the stranger’s dilemma.

Meadow swept forward, muzzle lower to tentatively nose at the distressed woman, her eyes unreadable as she sought the gaze of her regal and his intentions.