Northstar Vale You Know That I Can't Help Myself

There it was, the whisper of her name on the wind. A sound she was growing used to hearing despite her isolation. For a moment she didn't move, though something about this whisper seemed...real. Cautiously she raised her head, purple gaze locking quickly to the face that peered back.

It wasn't him.

Of course, it would never be him again, but the thought still lingered until the hues of his pelt registered. Collision. The man who used to linger by her family's den. It made sense that he was the one to seek her out, in some way he might be their new caretaker, not that she viewed him as a father. She swallowed, her throat far too dry to speak gracefully should she try, luckily she didn't. She just stared with a look that could speak on its own.

Will you betray me too?