"Justin no, no honey. Shhhhh..." She reached down, covering one of his hands with hers and squeezing it gently. The scars on her knuckles were white, old and faded and glossy in the twinkling light that shone through the tree branches. "Do you think that cub would honestly throw us away that easily? After they took away my ghosts, and took such a shine to you they covered you in fur by mistake when you asked about it?"

Tail still wrapped tight around her wrists or no, she took both his hands in hers, rubbing his knuckles with her thumbs. "Do you think they'd spend so much time doting on you and Grell just to toss you aside? They love you, Justin. As much as any cub can love, and I will bet my fur and fangs that they're going to come looking for us with everything they've got, even if it means tearing this place down with their little claws and fangs."

"I'd turn fully human before I believed Zephyr wasn't coming for us right now. Bet you all my fur."