King Elk Forest -- even if you were upside-down, i would be beside you

A noise breaks her from her thoughts of the ashen man and when she looks up she realizes it is him, Tindómë's Morwinyon returned to his domain and she stares thinking that perhaps she is hallucinating his presence.  The fawn melts as she catches his (very real!) gaze; although she knew she needed to speak with him she did not realize how much she had truly missed him, and now she felt it bubbling up from the core of her being.  Her feelings spilled out in physical form as her tail thrummed against her hocks, ears pinned back against the delicate curvature of her skull.  She closed the distance between them with haste and let out a soft whine in response to his greeting.  

It took all of her strength not to succumb to her desire to touch him, to feel his presence and entwine their scents, because although she would have embraced anyone she missed so deeply that way the starlit emperor seemed to take such intimate physical contact more seriously than the fae.  He had never shied away from her touch yet he had only sought it out once; if he wanted her embrace she was there but if he did not she would be content to be near him.

In the back of her mind, she wonders what her packmates might think of this; they already suspected the feelings she had for him (whatever they were) and perhaps even Mato himself was catching on.  Yet in this moment she did not care, overwhelmed by her prince's return.

Mato! The fawn's voice is soft, almost choked as it comes out but since he has been gone from her side for what feels like an eternity the relief at his return is palpable, her excitement bursting and flowing from her freely; the wolf an embodiment of a trickling brook.  You're home, she says as her voice resumes its steadiness, how have you been?  The words all come out at once, unbridled — you'rehomehowhaveyoubeen?