Porcupine Ridge so only say my name

The stirring of his wife had him twist to regard her with a smile on his muzzle, his own tail tip tapping the ground in staccato. "Freyja" He greeted in turn, an easy lie slipping from his lips as he replied only, "not long." He doesn't want her to think him overbearing. He turned to her, motioning to the place before them and ignoring the frost around them which spoke of hardship to come. "I couldn't sleep. it's beautiful here, isn't it?" Unknowingly, the pair rested now on the very ridge Seff had taken his first gasping breaths, and his mother's pack had once stood, long ago.