Northstar Vale Right Beside You

It was a compliment that was given, and it took her by surprise. The shyest of smiles graced her lips briefly, a nod given to his offer—“As long as no one minds, yes, I would like to assist wherever I can.”

And she did. And perhaps here, in Epoch and the mountains, her use would prove to be noticed more.

At his explanation of burying the porcupine, she padded up to the opposite side of the hole he was digging—once more. “Actually, yeah, I plan to take some of those quills.” If she could figure it out, she wanted them for a great many things—but first, she would need to gather them. “If you just leave him there, I can do that and then bury him after. I don’t know how long it will take me.”

 She paused, realizing with a light frown that this seemed to be the end of his visit. A day come and gone, and she realized what that dangerous light-hearted blooming in her chest was—comfort. Her guard had come down throughout the hours, and the silver she-wolf realized at once just how easily she came to trust others. To find comfort in them.

As she studied him, she wondered if this chapter in Epoch would also end in heart wrench somehow. It always seemed to.

“Thank you, Reyson. Tamar will love the rabbits…. And I’m sorry about your face.”