Northstar Vale can't talk, got a beat in my headphones

A wry smirk was given—eyes meeting that of the Theos as she summarized she was familiar with the notion of abandonment and mistrust. “The club no one wants to be a part of,” she agreed mildly, eyes grazing once more to Towhee’s back, a soft russet ear giving an idle flick at the mention of medical advice.

She hadn’t expected the next words though—and found an amusement stirring in the pit of her stomach. It was a familiar feeling—a warmth that remained a warning sign to the little silver wolf, for if she dwelled on it too much—if she got too attached in friendships—the likeliness it would all come crashing down would only mean the bigger the fall would be in the end.

Yet here she was—with Tamar, Reyson and now Towhee, all so eager to bring those protective walls crashing down around her.

She gave an idle laugh at the woman’s words, her eyes lighting in the moment before she gave a teasing shrug. “Like I told Reyson—prove it.”

She truly hoped she would.