Northstar Vale I wrote in blood

As Tamar’s warmth strengthened her, Arsenio’s words solidified what Epoch truly meant to her—the home she had always wanted, for so long. She only regretted it had taken her so long in life to find it. Still, the man spoke as if she were the victim of the scenario—when truly, she surely was a careless bystander, who had brought unwanted awareness to their home.

But she quieted. It would do no good to argue with the protective pair, and so Meadow turned her focus to the Morphe, fussing over her blossoming pregnancy, feeling her own sense of love for the unborn pups within her womb.

This was how family should be.