Blacktail Deer Plateau gold

“But?”

A gentle coax—her eyes beseeching as she looked to her beautiful friend. She was a wilted flower, certainly so—but oh, how Meadow knew she would bloom.

She watched her friend—her sister—with the utmost concern in that moment. Arsenio might have ached, surely, for they did not belong on this plateau, in the background of these other wolves.

But it was not for him in which she defended—it was for Tamar.

“Zosime once told me you and Arsenio are Kunosoura,” she murmured, the gentlest smile tracing her lips despite the ache in her heart as she remembered the spirited girl. How she missed her. “The most important star. All of the other stars circle around you.”