Redhawk Caldera Strange are the stars.

Tempest watched @Mikael, a little worried. She sighed in relief when he said:

"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."

She gazed at him as he thought for a few minutes, remaining silent. She pressed her muzzle into his fur, breathing in his scent as he continued.

"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."

Tempest was silent for a few moments as Mikael had been. Finally, she spoke. "Thank you" she breathed. "For trusting me. I will never break that trust."

She sighed and placed her muzzle over his back again. Trust. It was a beautiful thing.