Northstar Vale she may contain the urge to run away

The silver she-wolf considered the pale mother’s concerns, her eyes sweeping over her not in sympathy, but quiet understanding. “I do not know,” she admitted softly—she didn’t. Having never been a mother nor in a position that one was willing to share such information with her left her with the realization that she was perhaps not as prepared for the sole role as a healer as she has previously believed. Briefly, her thought flickered to her previous mentor, and just as swiftly, her heart shut the thought down firmly.

“But I will do everything I can to try to help it pass quickly,” she offered, her tail sweeping to curl at her haunch lightly for a moment. “It can’t be easy to have your life and everything you knew before changed so suddenly.”