Sunbeam Lair It feels good today

There was a feeling that seemed to rise from the depths of her chest whenever she found herself in the male's presence. It was similar to how she'd felt towards the elders in her place of birth, for within the ever-burning flame she could detect an unquestionable respect, but beyond that it seemed... strange. It was greater than what was felt towards the ones who'd taught her, the feeling being something beyond that which her mind could reach. It was not something meant to be understood, only accepted, which normally she would have no qualms with. With Noctura, however, she felt herself wishing so desperately for answers. That someday soon she might wake to find all of her unasked queries had been answered, in spite of her rational side declaring such a thought to be the ramblings of a fool.

It was difficult, to say the least, when it came to pushing her feelings to the side and out of view. While she was well versed in the art of neutrality, something about the ember burning within made it impossible to be smothered. It was special, she'd eventually come to realize, and didn't wish to leave her. There was little more she could do aside from blindly accept it, and yet the girl continued to try and give herself an alternate route. Another way out, if you will, that might enlighten her to exactly what it was that was going on within her. It was not her mind that burned, it was not Draco, but her chest—never before had something of the sort happened, leaving her somewhat confused, but also comforted.

Asterr was welcomed back into the real world as the deep baritones of her companion seemed to caress her ears, placing her usual, soft smile right across her maw. "Never can we leave behind our past selves," the girl began, looking to him. "We can try to forget them, to move on from them, but a piece will always linger. I do not believe your actions were shameful, they were merely an echo of the self you are trying to leave behind." No matter, he had remained Noctura throughout the entire ordeal, he had remained her dear friend. "I do not condone violence—this is something you already know—but... I cannot say I am upset with your actions against the ridge wolves." It had been for the protection of the tribe, after all. Noctura had tried to do what she'd been unable to accomplish. He had tried to protect them all, even with the price of spilt blood having been left to dangle over his head.