Wapun Meadow You sleep rather soundly for a murderer.

She fit in to his embrace – the warmth of her fur against him felt like he was finally coming home somehow – and the swarthy wolf realized just how much he needed this, now. His heart lurched at the thought of the pale she-wolf he had left to the wolves of the island – but Aria no longer remembered him, and Constantine was done chasing ghosts. He had placed thoughts of leading his own pack and starting a family aside for so long now, and would have been content to do so for as long as it took to see his life settled, but now, he was ready to steer in a new direction. Durnehviir was a breath of fresh air, now – and he would enjoy this stolen moment with her for now, even if that was all it was meant to be.
 
She placed her muzzle to his paws, and his own muzzle found its way to her back, draping it gently there as he settled to a restful position. He considered her words with a quiet rumble of breath – a soft sigh, for it reminded him greatly of himself and his own separation from his family. Aside from Eilidh and Casmir, it was assumed the rest of his family dead.. and his twin might as well have been, for he held no doubt that the two would never reconcile fully.
 
Still, their paths were ultimately different – hers was to seek out her lost family, and his was to finally move onward from his own, and begin the life he had placed aside for so long now. “I was born on the other side of these mountains.. so I’m not familiar with the ones over here.. but I assume they are not in your birth pack?”