Northstar Vale what will be will be

If Meadow had not made herself known to the boy, he might have tasted the battle that his father spoke of. The young wolf’s frame was taught with his distrust. Antigone did not like that there was a stranger in their home. He didn’t like the look or the scent of the man. The red of Colt’s eyes had created bile in the back of the younger wolf’s throat.

Meadow soothed the hairs atop his head. Antigone looked up at her – navy eyes pressing her with unspoken questions. She knew that this nasty stranger was in their home. She had brought him there to tend to his wounds. Fearful of what that might mean, he slunk forward a few steps and sniffed tentatively at the stranger’s stench.

How’d you get hurt? he asked callously.