Bitterroot Valley may we stay lost on our way home

One thing Alarian could always— always count on was his post-sex mood. It was fairly consistent— sleepy, happy, cuddly. Simple enough. This time was no different; when they were released from each other, Alarian tentatively followed the other to where he settled. If his lover showed any sign of discomfort, he would be quick to back away.
But assuming he did not, Alarian tucked himself against the larger wolf, pulse still slightly fast (but slowing). You're very good company, He murmured teasingly, nuzzling into Outlander's neck fur. And then, because his insecurity just couldn't be helped: I hope the feeling is mutual?