Northstar Vale she may contain the urge to run away

A pang of longing within her breast, but such emotions as pushed aside in favor of giving the new mother a shy but warming smile. Perhaps, one day, she would bear children of her own. Was such a thing even possible, when her life seemed doomed to have any and all she had ever cared for disappear or leave her?

“Beautiful names,” she murmured, finding herself relaxing in the presence of the regal. Refreshing, for once, to hold normal conversation rather than attempting to decipher meanings of others through body language and foreign tongues.

Before she could comment more or question the woman about her children or pack, Tamar leapt right into territory that was not as well known to the silver arrow. Her brows rose in light surprise and consideration, her heart giving a stutter of nervousness—was she about to prove herself to be useless already? Her experience with new or nursing mothers had been limited—their language different.

“How long ago have you given birth?” The question was soft, her muzzle tilting lightly as she studied the she-wolf who so readily admitted such intimate feelings to her.