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

He pulled her in closer—she nestled against him, quietly sulking at what she knew was very much a broken confidence—or a complete lack of. He made promises to her—assured her, and it all sounded so very good on paper. And yet she worried her lip with concern, not voicing once more how she found it so hard to trust those words when she knew she would be nothing more than a broken record.

“I’ll try not to destroy us with my trust issues,” she mumbled into his fur, sorrowful at the thought. Perhaps in the end she was the one that drove everyone away—and that was a hard pill for the silver waif to swallow.