Valeska was a creature of the sun. She rose with its first dim rays as they touched upon the high mountain peaks surrounding the Respite, and laid herself to rest with the horizon's fading light as it gave way to the stars and inky darkness of night. For as long as she could remember, it had always been this way; her mate's habits were wholly inverse by comparison, which made it a miracle they were able to have such a loving relationship at all given their opposing schedules.

She ambled across half-melted fields of snow toward the dens, yawning widely. The trip to and from Northfall had, for once, fully exhausted the Priestess as she gratefully settled back into her former routine again, and she was looking forward to a long night of rest.

A pacing figure caught her attention close by. She wasn't quite familiar with the silhouette; they seemed agitated for some reason, tamping down a clearing with rigid intent.

Valeska altered her course.

Is something the matter? she called out curiously. It was hard to make out the wolf's features in the fading light of dusk, caught between that magic hour where shadows could not yet fully take shape and the residual light from the sunset made it difficult to adjust. You seem to be very angry with the dirt. Do you need help punishing it?

It was a sincere question. Valeska was fully prepared to throw herself into whatever therapy the woman seemed to need; that was just the sort of creature she was.