Silver Creek whispers the winds

this waited way too long for me omg ;; will reply w mona after

many ghosts. Casmir turned to see Rowan not far off, and relaxed his travel-sore muscles in a sigh that whispered steam into the air. nosed her plush ruff and smiled into the cold, stepping to her side with a satisfied delight. he did not know that the teekons were home; he didn't know if the frigid wilds would beckon them back with memories of how it had been — home was where Rowan was, where their children were. and, he hoped, home would be a place of more children.
he glanced sideways in time to see the lithe forms of the young Mayfairs sidling toward them through the snow kicked up by the wind. they had brought Mona and Cortland back to see from where they had come, but the hardest test was to follow. Casmir reached for his mate's touch again, seeking reassurance despite the muscular breadth of his body. some things were difficult to say. "Mona, Cortland," the sable wolf murmured soon thereafter.