Wapun Meadow You sleep rather soundly for a murderer.

He did not miss what appeared to be mischief that flashed in her warm eyes – her presence continuing to soothe him as he felt the warmth of her emanate upon him. He knew what his sisters would have said regarding their meeting – fate had pushed them to one another. He had never believed in such things, but as he gazed to the tawny she-wolf nestled at his side now, he began to question it.
 
Fate, however, seemed a cruel creature, when it was clear the woman sought her family. The importance of such was not lost upon him, and if he believed Deirdre and Emaleth to be alive, he too would have sought them out – even Eilidh, had he not thought she didn’t wish to escape him and the memories of the Wilds. And so he could only draw the conclusion that their time together would be this brief moment now – where two strangers had somehow become enthralled with one anothers company, if even for the moment.
 
Pressing his muzzle toward her nape once more and nipping toward her ear, he released a soft sigh, holding back a light frown. “If you cannot find your family.. You should seek me out at the coast and join me.”