Bearclaw Valley return

sorry for the horribly late reply. this seems like a good place to wrap this thread up. feel free to either reply once more or archive as is! :-)

okay, sif replies tucked beneath his chin. wardruna does not speak and further but lets out a softened noise that lingers in his throat. a low rumble of contentment. the pair stay like this for as long as sif wants for wardruna is eager to give into his wife's wants, letting her decide when she's had enough cuddling. when the pair do offer the other some physical distance wardruna heaves a begrudging sigh. he would rather spend hours in sif's embrace then patrol or suffer the humiliation of failing hunts but he knows that it's a necessary evil and he must in order to pull his weight. "i should patrol," he murmurs into the cusp of her ear as he briefly draws nearer. "i'll be home in a few hours." home being the spacious den the quartet shares. he offers her a kiss to her cheek before he makes his way towards the borders.