Northstar Vale To bethlehem it slouched

Tamar was perceptive, something that normally made him uncomfortable. It was harder to hide his feelings from wolves like that. But he didn't find it to be uncomfortable in her case; maybe because of the relationships she held with his mate and Arsenio. Maybe he just knew he could trust her. It didn't really matter why. 

Yes, she is, he agreed. She does not see herself clearly, Kallik added. It was something that he always tried to change but he probably understood better than most. 

When she asked about the fruit, the soldier looked up and shrugged. I am not sure. There were many of the small, round fruits hanging from the tree and dotting the ground around them. Kallik sniffed one closest to him before picking it up in his mouth and biting down. He winced and made a disgusted face, immediately spitting out the chewed, red fruit. It's sour, he informed her, his discontent still present on his face.