Honeyed Pasture the unexpected turn

The Gampr’s tail sweeps back and forth at her recognition. It does his heart good to see that she looks well, and if scent is anything to go by she is with others, including her young ones. He had feared the worst for all of the seawolves for a long time, and laid that blame and guilt solely upon himself. But layer by layer he was shedding that heavy weight upon his shoulders.

“Oh, well – we’re seeing how far we have to walk before Seelie turns completely into a snowball.” He flashes her a grin and flicks his gaze to Seelie; it was admittedly amusing the way the snow seemed to cling to her feathery fur in little snowballs. It was worse on the warmer days when the sun shone, making the snow particularly sticky. Today was cooler, and the snow was more powdery than anything and less likely to cling to her, but he still thought it was a good joke.

He doesn’t miss the pleading look the sheepdog casts his way, but first things first. “How are you? Your family…?”