Northstar Vale The habits of my heart

She strangely appreciated him not being droopy with her. She did not seek sympathy, she sought comfort - and he was the best kind she could ask for. Though life was not breathed back into her fur, she could not help but smile back just a little bit.

A frown returned, her not knowing the answer to his question. Arturo was a father with a bit hotheadedness in him, that was for sure, but outright hating her for her decision? She could not imagine him like that. Neither could she Lotte, nor her siblings for that matter. Disappointed, meybe... She answered, feeling like she had just lost a little bit more of her understanding of her family. Memories were fading, too quickly, and she did not want to forget. I... I don't know... She whined a bit softer, eyes seeking his warmth and comfort.