Horizon Ridge In the Eyes of a Young Girl

It felt good to have a male whom he could call his friend. Gavriil was thankful he didn’t treat Ragnar from the start as a violent wolf one that couldn’t be trusted. His blooming friendship with the Viking proved to be one of the most beneficial relationships of his life. Without the pale male he wouldn’t have had enough confidence to propose a romantic affiliation with Pump, their alpha. For that simple fact he couldn’t thank the male enough. He had given him bravery when he lacked it most. Gavriil would hopefully return the favor someday.

The male look stoic when Gavriil spoke about his pups. In a way this set the cinnamon wolf on edge. He understood he needed to perform a ritual but he didn’t understand why it needed to be a month long. It was Ragnar’s choice and he couldn’t do anything about it. He would have to be patient while this month (slowly) passed. He would see the children soon, he just needed to wait a few. ”Thanks Ragnar, I must be going now. I hope to speak to you soon my friend, and brother.” Gavriil spoke while slowly walking up to the male. The teddy bear licked his companions muzzle after saying friend then he proceeded to push his nose against the male’s chest before saying ‘brother’.