Northstar Vale …when it's not your turn

She hadn't known until the man spoke that her father's voice could dispel the sadness, even if it was slight. It was nice to hear of the others before her; imagining the colors of there eyes as he whispered.

❝I'm sure Mom's eyes would look nice.❞ She had always thought her mother to be one of the prettiest wolves she'd seen.

Everything felt intensely emotional to the girl, even small interactions. Zulema had never felt so overwhelmed than she did these past days, but for now, she still looked to the twins with a faint smile. Her eyes grew misty, but she refused to let it continue.