Northstar Vale I don't mean to be guarded, I don't mean to be rude

❝A soldier?❞ Zulema's blank expression shifted to a rather excited one.

She had forgot all about manners. A welcome was lost on her tongue as curiosity had taken over instead. Her tail swung behind her a steady pace. Perhaps it was a cliche thing for the young wolf to be interested in, but her eyes traced over the scars that spanned across his body. She wondered who had left them, how intense the situations must have been? What did the wolves on the wrong end of Reyson look like?