Northstar Vale With our final breath

He noticed her—turning icy eyes to her and then stretching. She steeled herself in this moment—her mind still whirling from the events of days past and high emotions. He had accused her of desiring attention from the Pharaoh, and he had left—he had apologized, and she was able to forgive him of both those—particularly when neither had been malicious in intent.

What she was having a hard time doing was forgiving herself, and that was where the two had come to a stand still—so disgusted with herself, so frightened and upset for her pack mates, she had withdrawn… and it had become glaringly obvious now, as she looked at the hesitance between them both.

But she didn’t move closer to him, and even as she reclined slowly to settle herself in a thoughtful sit, her eyes were fast upon him, a paw lifting to signify he shouldn’t approach her—Reyson had a way of practically burying her into him when she was upset, and right now… right now she needed clarity.

“I never really did tell you what happened between the Pharaoh and I,” she began slowly, eyes studying him—unsure he was ready to even discuss the man, given his state since his tour.