that thieving bastard

She settled her head on her paws, leaning her antlers back, out of her way as she looked at Vanta. She had heard of Zee, but had never really met her for herself. She wondered how much of Briar’s mother was in Vanta, how much of Sirius. She was definitely seeing similarities now in Vanta and Briar. She felt a little… something in her chest, something akin to hope and awe. “Your father saved me from some pretty nasty stuff, and gave me to Art, he and Briar… they gave me everything” She said, giving Vanta this piece of her as an offering of trust.

Vanta’s words touched on something, and it was strange how well the other wolf could see her. Perhaps those crystals in her eyes went beyond cosmetic, it was as if she saw exactly what Lia was thinking, what she needed. “How did you know?” She asked quietly, wondering if Vanta would tell her if it was so. When Vanta reached out a paw and touched it over her own, she didn’t move, instead looking up at Vanta with a small smile. No, she certainly wouldn’t mind paying a price at this camp.

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