Stavanger Bay here, i killed this for you ♥

The way that her name sounded on his tongue sent a slight shiver up Doe's spine. She thought anything Szymon said sounded nice, so it wasn't much indication on whether or not this pairing was in the stars, but the little shewolf took it as a good omen all the same. He went on to ask after her, and Doe flattened her ears, restless and uncertain.

"I don't know," she admitted, moving to press against him once more. "I thought that she might make a good second wife for us - but I don't know it her spirit is pliable enough to twine together with ours."

I sound like my mother, Doe thought with a rueful flicker of ears. Her eyes were far-off, as if she could see the future by furrowing her brow enough. She did not see whatever reaction first appeared on Szymon's face. So familiar were these practices to the dusky shewolf that she forgot her mate had been raised in a different culture.