Northstar Vale jayflower

She had tired upon coming home. Her excursion hadn’t been much in her mind to report to her leaders and thus she hadn’t—not yet. The Pharaoh was a man who was quite pleased with himself and with the gifts he had sent home, she simply couldn’t imagine such grand gestures being something that would impress Arsenio and Tamar. 

With that, Tamar beckoned her. A sullen note, and worry pressed to her features as she moved to her friends voice.

Her heart shifted—was that Reysons scent on the air? What was he doing here?

Then, a crumpled Tamar—and the silver woman rushed forward, her concern blossoming to the beginning of fear. Tamar, she crooned, muzzle filtering over the she-wolf’s crown in worry.