Deepwood Weald they make a mess of my head

Ever steadfast at her side, Star allowed none of his fear and discontent to bleed through. His insecurities were a well-guarded secret, yet every so often he could not hide the worry in his eyes as they lingered upon Lorekeeper.

Their future would be brought through Lore's sacrifice. Star did not doubt this. He only doubted that it would be worth it, in the end.

How could he ever look on their child with anything but resentment, if the worst should come to pass?

These thoughts were his struggle daily, hourly; even so, he wore a brave face for Lorekeeper. He called for the leaders of this place, flanking his companion protectively even as his own tail curled beneath him with instinctive fear and submission. Wolves. This was a place of wolves.

All he could do was send up a silent prayer with the call.

Please, let these people be good.