Bitterroot Valley I know this love of mine will never die

The undescribable relief within Lennon's muscles was much needed - the return of the two most precious things in his life was beyond smile-worthy. He was far more on edge though, as though that were even possible. The dark wolf loved his companions very much, but he hadn't felt so much stress so often in his entire life. Perhaps it was a part of growing up, which he seemed to be doing very much of lately. With his nerves riled up, it was uncommon to catch the boy without one of his partners in eye-sight. He didn't stray from the group, didn't catch a minute of sleep. Even within these past few weeks, Lennon looked somewhat aged and tired. Although, a new golden hue followed him with his walk; one of a leader.

On this day, this very special day, Lennon drifted off while the others slept sleuthing through the moonlit painted valley, gathering whatever riveting plants caught his eye. After gathering what he found was adequate, he trotted back to the others and nudged his sleeping companion gently. "Ali-" He mumbled between flower stems. His tail danced slowly behind him, eyes lit with love as he stared at the other boy.