The Floodlands I feel you in my arms, but you're hardly even with me

She was a thing of the wild, just like he was. She knew her stature among them -- she knew she was in charge, and she acted upon it without restraint. The personal space Aklark possessed was her own. She made it so, owning it with her presence. He respected, no, revered the way she handled her strength and willpower. To do what one wanted, when one wanted, without the threat of consequence, it was damn near enviable.

Once he drew away to give his leader space, she spoke. He quickly nodded in silent agreement before settling his gaze on the mountains behind them in the foggy distance. Without the pack, there was no point following the trail further. He chuffed and gestured clumsily toward their temporary home.