Northstar Vale forgiver

Arsenio still found himself licking at the remnants of blood on his scored snout.

The sound of his daughter’s voice ushered him to where she was. The blue of his eyes was loving on his girl. He stepped toward her and rested his chin atop the downy fur of her head. The man felt his mind spin with thoughts of his son and the soldier. There had never been such distress on Antigone’s face before.

My little star, he whispered in a father’s loving voice.

What troubles you, dear?