Silvertip Mountain Not to young

haha, going to vague-skip this one since we have the other :D

Hmmm, FitzDutiful said before stepping closer to his lover, his mate, his one and only. He wandered even closer and stepped behind her, mounting his hopefully willing bride for the event he desired. In the aftermath he leaned close to her and whispered in her ear, Still have the energy for a spar?

He wanted the guardian title more than his botanist right now, it was the one thing that he knew he wanted more than anything. In some ways he was thinking of giving up his naturalist trade in persuit of a more adventurous one. Though the botany skills he enjoyed there was so much to nature. A reverse then, manly be botany was a good fit but for now - guardian was his aim.