Northstar Vale sand willow

his eyes never met her.

not once going further than the claws on her toes. she was small and seemingly friendly but she was still wolf — and after time with the guardian it was hard to shake some...sense of paranoia regarding feral existence.

it was never a...home. a fond place in a trying time, though. he informed her softly.

have you seen a — boy? man? hardly either, not quite neither. male built like me? paler coat, accented with dark spots. a kind, good boy.

the tension of fatherhood hung in his words.