Silvertip Mountain Every scar will build my throne

Mara allowed a growl of pleasure escape her maw, and she looked up at Peak with fun in her eyes. His kind and comforting touch made her wag her tail, all this was new to her. Caring, kindness, affection, her mind was racing with thoughts of this in the future. It seemed Peak and her had made good decisions to reach such a place of comfort. She took in as much of his scent as she could, even with it being faltered by her scarred nose. The girl desperately wanted to aid Peak in his depression, and she knew she had the power to do it. According to him, that is. She felt so much happiness at the moment, she thought she might burst.