that thieving bastard

As Lia busied herself with the fire, Vanta watched, her crystalline eyes reflecting the growing flames. She listened attentively as Lia spoke, her ears perking as she mentioned The Hallows. A grin spread across her maw. "The Hallows is my Aunt and Uncle's pack." Vanta chuckled. That explained much of the girl's uncertainty. She had come from a sanctuary, a place to mend the broken. Did the fact that Lia was here now mean she had been mended? She remembered Lia's earlier hesitation, the look in her eyes that spoke of hard-earned caution. Perhaps not. "It's brave, stepping out into the unknown, searching for your own path. I respect that. I'm doing the same."

The fire crackled to life, casting flickering shadows and light over both wolves. Vanta settled comfortably, her posture relaxed and open, ensuring her presence was reassuring rather than imposing. "I was born some time after the Long Night." She explained with a smile. "I've heard tales of it, though. Is that where you received your antlers?" Vanta nodded to the mutation. "They're absolutely beautiful."