Northstar Vale tea leaves

his possessiveness piqued her.

she had seen the same in arsenio. but he was wolf where this one was only half. yet perhaps it was the wolven half which drove the same insistence. 

"if she loves you, she will not care," tamar said softly, examining the sand which clung to one paw, and then the grains upon his own. "you tend her children as your own? it is all a mother wants, dusty rose."

a velvet look followed; i know this to be true.

"my husband is a wolf. we had many children." all gone now.