Northstar Vale unzip my body

aaaalways come to my threads!

Her heart beat like fire in her chest—sluggishly, her eyes traced to the opening of the den, Antigone’s handsome and youthful features poking past the opening, and she saw there his worry and uncertainty. He moved in, ushering to her side, prodding at her, checking on her—and her heart swelled with both regret and love. Regret for those that hurt because of her injuries, and love for the family of wolves who despite her shortcomings, proved to be by her side with a ferocity in their devotion. Antigone, Tamar, Arsenio.

Reyson was not within this number—she had not seen him since they had placed her in the den, and she looked at Antigone, a tight smile trying to press to her lips, though she grimaced in pain. “Antigone, hi,” she whispered—the dryness of her mouth causing a hoarseness to her voice. She tried to shift then—groaning at the stretch of muscle and skin that tried to heal from the claws and teeth of a hungry cat.