Northstar Vale blood in the cut [m]

She laughed—full-bellied, unable to help it as he labeled her sun eater a dumbass. “I don’t think he fully understood my feelings for him, Reyson. One didn’t talk about those things in Hrafnsvatkin. And he listened to the call of the wild—spring came, and one day he came home with a she-wolf he had impregnated.” Bitter resolution, then. His nudge given and she stood, her muzzle seeking his cheek in response before turning away, a paw lifting to swipe at her cheek, unwilling the tear to truly fall.

“That’s what spring does, Reyson.” And she looked to him—honeyed eyes focused, intent. Studying. He would go to Akashingo. He would live in a world of temptation… and when he returned, winter would be underway, and she would likely see less of him. And then spring would come—and yet another world of temptation would be introduced. “We should go,” she whispered, the raw emotion of her voice ignored as she dipped down, unwilling to discuss further, and once more wrapping her gift to Ash Paw.