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@Minna

Leto had been in deep consideration over his and Minna's relationship, it had kept him up many nights just pacing his den and stressing. He worried mostly that he would be caught in his affection for her, such love was not allowed surely with arranged marriages. It had hit him after Kierkegaard had stepped down that he didn't owe these wolves anything. The only reason he had bothered was for Liri and Minna, to stand with them. 

If Amara and Aaron wanted to deny him his own natural inclinations, if they wanted to tell him who he was supposed to love, they could suck it. Leto sought Minna out late in the night, the moon overhead and glowing on his white pelt. The pale man's eyes scanned the forest around him, certain that there were no others nearby. Leto was in a dangerous mindset, the kind where he no longer cared about consequences and simply looking to put himself before the pack for possibly the first time. 

His steps led him to Minna's den, pausing outside it in case she was asleep. "Minna," he called out softly, a bit of nervous urgency in his tone. "Are you home?"