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

His smile grew at her light teasing—feeling some of the nervous tension drift away from him as he gave a light roll of his silver-bladed shoulders, his gaze unable to stop from looking toward the growing belly of the ivory woman. He was familiar with pregnancy—of supporting she-wolves when they endured through it, and the joys pups brought to a pack. If anything, he found the glow and promise of new life made her beautiful.

“I’ll drop by with some food soon,” he instead offered, both knowing that until those pups decided it was time for their great debut, he would only be able to assist her in protection and sustenance.


Thoughtfully, he allowed the conversation to go back to what he assumed she wished to discuss—these guardian stars, as they seemed to call them. “How do you believe they do that?” Spirituality was something he was familiar with—Constantine, while a wolf who had considered physical aspects of a wolf as important, had taught the brief ways of the druid to him… or, at least what he had learned from his own father, Taltos, and the guide of the Mother.