Neverwinter Forest to the races

Ah, she found him! She heard his pacing, which could only mean he was deep in some train of thought, or worrying about something, because she paced for the same reasons. Her own thoughts she pushed aside for now, and when he came into her line of sight she beamed, happy as ever to see him. Eshe darted nearer to him so that she might kiss his cheek, tail waving. She could not help but drop every thought at that moment, actually, because she was so darned happy to see him, and happier still that the man before her eyes, the man of her dreams, the man she believed she had loved the very instant she had humiliated herself in front of him, was her mate.

She could burst! The she-wolf seemed to be holding her breath in her excitement as she thought of all that she had accomplished, all of it with him and because of him, too. He had ignited her ambitions, brought them to light. He believed in her, too. And she knew a man like Scimitar did not just believe in anyone; it amounted to so much more. All of the love in her was for this man right in front of her eyes. She was friendly and sweet and happy always, it seemed, but she looked at no one as she did Scimitar. Eshe had only eyes for him, and it was obvious, unquestionable.

The woman pressed closer to him, tilting her head. Whatchu pacin' for, honey? What's goin' on? She moved to slip her slender muzzle beneath his own in affection and comfort, keen on helping him carry the weight of his worries and his thoughts. We share everythin' together, don't we? Now, tell me, she encouraged with a little smile of her own, her soft eyes warm and loving as they looked to him, ears perked forward. Still her muzzle remained tucked beneath his own, feeling very comfortable there. But she removed it so she could look at him better, her head tilting slightly.