Northstar Vale tea leaves

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like dusty rose, tamar too imagined.

she knew if arsenio was not home when she returned, she would leave, and it was in this freedom that she found herself wondering what the children of two coywolves might look like. 

if they would thrive with fewer wolves.

"be well, dusty rose," tamar murmured with a honeyed smile, a lingering look in her pale eyes; she turned and took several paces.

once some distance away, on an impulse, she tilted back her head, heralding his own step with the high-pitched, jubilant call of their people.

after that, only a red-gold shadow remained where tamar had been.