Northstar Vale up in flames we go, you fire breather

She knew what this was—she had never given to the temptation of it before—and there had even been a time when her heat seemed to have dwindled away—whittled to nothing by stress and heartache, no doubt. A flash of gem green eyes set within proud inkjet features haunted her still—another whine given as Tamar spoke, pulling her gaze sharply up, seeking her.

“I’ve always tried to repress this, since my young days it was so miserable to deal with,” she allowed, her shoulders arching in a stretch—restless, claws grazing at the snow covered ground as she sought Tamar’s friendly warmth—pulling strength and reasoning from her as her snout tried to nestle closer to the woman’s cheek, her ear. “What should I do,” she murmured, the question lacking—and yet everything. Reyson desired a family—was he ready for one?

Was she?

…. And… would the other men in her life stop haunting her?