Northstar Vale With our final breath

“I…” She frowned—forced her. There was a certain frustration to that point—if only because while she would swear up and down that may the higher powers above help whomever tried to force her once she was done with them, she knew she was tinier—a survivor, yes. But not invincible nor with great prowess for battle.

But boy, was she stubborn.

“If I was forced, you would know.” Because she would fight—and the injuries sustained would be visible to see.

She huffed now, gaze softening—the fire leaving her in a moments notice. Had she known his thoughts she likely would have wept more—not that these days it seemed to take much. “I ran in to Germanicus at the lake earlier,” she finally supplied, her tail curling around her haunch. “He was… not pleasant.” That was putting it mildly—he had looked at her with such disdain and hate it had left her numb in the wake of his stare, emotionally. “He knows what Akashingo is capable of and still… allies with them. And then he wanted to know the details of what transpired in Akashingo—but at least he called a spade a spade and confirmed my foolishness.” She huffed out, a paw lifting to brush at her cheek, stressed.