Redhawk Caldera Strange are the stars.

Mikael was quiet for a few moments, taking in all the information the fae had presented to him and nudging her side with care, just to show that he understood her decision to tell him. Trust was a precious thing to hold after all and one should never break trust lightly.

"I can understand that. It doesn't matter if they were field mice or owls, if they cared that would be enough for most anyone. And I shall not tell a soul, you have my word before the Great Bears, Atka and Sos."

He thought for a few moments, glancing at the soft features of @Tempest beside him and then deliberated a little more. He'd never had anyone to tell his story to, so maybe it would do him some good.

"Our pack was small... And we didn't have a lot of food and mamma had an anger problems. They used to hurt us, little things at the beginning. Like pinching and not leaving marks. Then pappa killed mamma, in a fit of rage and he couldn't stop seeing her in our faces. So they treated us like slaves, as if we were unimportant and so he could forget."

She didn't need to know what they had done to gain their freedom, the blood and the gore and the terrible aching wrongness of the situation that had sought to bring about change with. Of a single wolf screaming high into the night, fanned by the vengeful flames as they watched on.

No, better to spare her that.