Northstar Vale loving

Tamar stretched—her once flawless pelt would have glinted in the sunlight—but now she thinned, her figure growing gaunt-like, and her fur less lustrous. Concern fluttered in the silver woman’s breast and she reached forward to preen at the mother, a frown marring her features. “A walk, and something to eat, please,” she murmured, only then taking a step back once more to appraise her. “Reyson would have something to share, if you see him—something perhaps fresher than the cache.”

When her eyes drifted over @Saleem and @Sylianos, she softened, though her concern did not waver. “You’re not alone in this, Tamar… I promise.”