Northstar Vale plenty of folk want our kind dead

He spoke his truth—the entire situation, while leaving nothing to be desired, gave her an inkling of hope to hold on to—she might have been a pawn in someone elses game for a time, and her whole world had turned upside down… but something about honesty touched her.

And with narrowed eyes, she huffed. “Wait here,” she remarked—she wouldn’t go out of her way to hide him from her pack. If Arsenio or any of the other wolves who guarded the borders frequently came upon them, she would simply remark with them the truth—because again, it was honesty that was what mattered to her in this moment.

When she returned, it would be multiple times—one time, with a thin skin, wrapped delicately around moss and other herbs—including a sharp stone—the next time, with a small shell of water.

She hummed softly when she returned, studying him. The leg would have to wait—for now, the ear was rotting. “You sure about this?”