Northstar Vale forgiver

Arsenio nudged her, feeling the sting of Antigone’s bite on his muzzle.

The man’s blue eyes followed his daughter until she had slipped from sight. He waited outside of their den, lost in contemplation. Tamar slept peacefully inside, waiting for the day when she would give birth to their next litter. The thought of any harm coming to those pups had made his belly squirm in discomfort.

Reyson did not seem like the type of man who would harm a child. Arsenio knew this from speaking to him. But he had seen men do horrid things in war. He had seen good men become evil in the face of their mortality. If the soldier had reverted to this time, it was very possible that Antigone had been telling the truth.

And what would that mean for Epoch’s future? For the future of their children.