Northstar Vale Look at the stars Look how they shine for you

Akavir was told of the Empress, Ibis’ best friend, but he hadn’t expected to meet her just yet. Beckoned to join her on a walk, Akavir gave a light pause to the pale girl he had followed here, his champagne eyes studying her for any indication that he was welcome to be openly affectionate to her—and not gaining any sense that she was open to such.

With a casual nip to her ear, the Mayfair then followed after the pale she-wolf, politely keeping slightly behind her as he remained uncertain of their culture and rank expectations.

The woman was clearly pregnant—a sure sign that another able-bodied wolf would be a welcome addition. “She hasn’t,” he answered honestly, casting the regal she-wolf a side glance. Their pace slowed, and his brows knitted in concern. “Can I help?”