The Sentinels Bring your love baby I could bring my shame

This was a luxury she rarely afforded herself. Touching another, sharing in that communal comfort, she was gentle as she nosed along the scruff of his neck, nose brushing his skin soothingly. Her grey eyes met his, pausing in her motions for a moment to listen to him. The land, yes, it was troubling, probably more so for the alpha and father than for herself. "I am well."  She admitted, and offered him a genuine smile - relaxed in these details. "The longer I am here the more questions it brings - but I have suspicions. They can wait, I do not wish to trouble you. "

He was weary, and she leaned in again, briefly nuzzling against him before returning to preening him. "I am grateful for the opportunities you have given me, Taltos." The moniker was given with a soft lilt, a reverent sort of whisper. He had told her when they met, he had served the witches; for now, she was pleased to serve him.