Northstar Vale The habits of my heart

Perhaps they would assume her dead. That option was the least troubling to her young mind. A dead wolf held no obligations or promises. A dead wolf was just dead. And if the Arturo she had come to know was the kind of man she took him for, even his dead, adopted daughter would be remembered. Her eyes fluttered down with a fond smile on her face, returning to look at Mouse once more a short while after.

Do I? She remarked giggly and genuinely in a better mood than before. Mmmhm, yours ain't bad either. She purred jokingly(?) as they somewhat embraced each other, neck bending and muzzle stroking.