Northstar Vale come in from the rain

A can’t of her muzzle, her jaw could only barely open to reply before Tamar swept up, the energy she brought with her always a delight to the silver Telos. She smiled, warm eyes following the woman as she greeted what Meadow assumed was an old friend—from Mereo. They were always from Mereo, and she idly wondered why the packs had split to two identities.

“Meadow,” she offered, though also redundant at the Morphe’s exuberant introduction. “I can leave you two alone? Tamar, do you need anyone to watch the kids?” Her eyes fast upon her friend, wondering.