Two Rivers Isle i am she who betrays blood for a little bit of kingdom

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His absence from the side of the champagne tigress that previous night was due to an inability for the wolf to rest without first venturing to the shadewood in an effort to be sure none had come to love it in his absence. The sweep went by without consequence, although he didn’t  truthfully manage to cover the entire woodland— despite keeping a quick trot the whole night through— and after finding no definitive proof that another wolf had taken residence there, he took to a dead sleep for half an hour in preparation to begin his trek back to Thyri.

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It was some time after waking that he found her, blinded for a moment by the water sparkling drops of water reflecting the early sunlight; turning her pale fawn coat to a color like goldfire in flashes too swift to appreciate fully. He loped towards her readily— his steps heavier than usual due to a still-clinging muscle-strain that begged him to rest more adequately that he had been. Thyri had learned quickly that Grievous was a visceral and tactile wolf, which he displayed now when he greeted her with a fond nip towards the guard-hairs at her nape, briefly engaging her in a small quibble that lasted about as long as a lightning strike.

Thyri, he rumbled, bringing them both out of the playful moment. The shadewood is untouched, he told her, eyes gleaming and sounding very much like a villain obsessed, or at the very least smitten. He had no true intention of remaining there for the rest of his life, but he was currently fixated on its situational usefulness— shaded, secluded, and well-stocked. The only things he needed for the summer months that were too warm for the mountain wolf’s tolerance. The only reason they had even headed in this direction was because he’d insisted on getting her opinion of it.

And the only reason they weren’t already there was because when it had been an appropriate time to rest on the Isle, he had chosen instead to push on like a maniac.

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