Northstar Vale what will be will be

She was stretched across the snow, thoughtful as her eyes studied the man who slept for now. He would rouse—and the pain would come for him. 

When he did open his red eyes, she hesitated, about to respond in turn when young Antigone came upon them. The boys were instantly upon the chaotic looking stranger, the hiss of his voice stirring her to her paws swiftly—he likely had not seen her. 

She crossed to the boy, her copper muzzle bending down to smooth at his crown should he allow it, though her eyes were careful upon the man. He’s an injured man that just needed a bit of care, she responded, a brow arching to the stranger, wondering what he would respond with.