Northstar Vale mothwing

Reyson was a tool, a blunt instrument that had been given a job and had excelled at it. That was not to say that he hadn't had more going on behind the surface, but he had hid it well. And this was one of those times. He had not helped the woman of his former pack, bu the had seen well how they had helped each other. And he knew it to be true.

Are you okay? Lady Tamar?

There was an air of restlessness or nervousness to the she wolf. She had been through much in her short time in the vale, much that he had also had a paw in.