Northstar Vale writer

‘Me’ow,’ crooned an excited voice, and a smile was upon the silver waif’s features before she even glanced up fully, eyes taking in the beautiful young she-wolf before her as she bounded forward. The girl had much growing to do, still, only being within the first quarter of a year, but it was easy to see the fine lady she would grow into over even the next few months.

Hesitantly, she wondered what her own pups would look like, if she ever had any… If Reyson truly did mean what he said.

A light head tilt offered, her humor sparkling as she slowed her pace, allowing Zosime to sidle up beside her. “Kind of a story?” She teased lightly, her muzzle slipping down to rain affection upon the top of the girl’s head before she beckoned her forward, her pace becoming more playful in the snow now with her jubilant company. “Tell me while we track,” she offered.