Porcupine Ridge everything's a lie

He spoke nothing of her suggestion—instead, the question was simple at the very basis of the knowledge—but somehow, her breath hitched, Reyson’s suspicions swimming to the forefront of her mind as she considered this the edge of a precipice.

But she couldn’t lie—it would only hurt everyone further.

“Yes,” she whispered, feeling her heart flutter in sadness at the possibility of how this would make the youth feel—one who she had spent countless hours with over the weeks, teaching. Befriending.

“…If you give him a chance, I think you would learn to like him, too,” she offered, a paw lifting in a pre-determined manner in which to keep him from fleeing—hoping.