Northstar Vale Ima be a love you 'til the day I die kinda man

“I….” She hadn’t expected that from him, and she blinked at him, thinking of the fiesty black wolf. Of course, she could imagine it—the woman was a delightful hurricane. One that Meadow had a feeling would cause her equal amounts anxiety and equal amounts amusement and friendship over the next months.

“I need to hear that story,” she hedged, studying him with an arched brow. And knowing her steadfast soldier, he did little to defend himself in that moment.