Blacktail Deer Plateau your scent is a sweet felony

Though protective, Stockholm was infinitely trusting of Seelie, and when she conveyed to him that she needed him to wait here, but that she would be safe – that is exactly what he did. Wait. Sitting quietly a fair distance from the border of what was clearly pack territory, an unmoving statue. Until he caught sight of her approaching in the distance, accompanied by an unfamiliar face.

The Armenian rises to his feet immediately, tattered ears perked forward intently, curiosity dancing in his sharp yellow eyes. He draws forward a step or two, but she told him to wait, and he is loyal and obedient to a fault, letting her close the distance between them. He dips his head as she wedges into his personal space in exuberant greeting even though they really weren’t apart all that long, and rubs his muzzle across the top of her head. Missed you too.

And then he flicks his gaze up towards Catori, his tail swaying back and forth congenially. Seelie’s body language clearly conveyed to him that this was someone of great importance to her. “Hey. I’m Stockholm.”