Hushed Willows All I want is to fall with you.

He had kept her within view for the most part – though the shadowrunner had also allowed her the space she needed when she drifted off. He worried for her and the life that grew in her – after the raid from the sea wolves, any regret of their decision had been washed away instantly..but that did not mean he would wish such an arduous journey on his pregnant mate.
 
She was more upbeat than he had seen her in weeks though. The excitement of returning to her home had seemed to liven her in a way he had not yet witnessed, revealing to him once more that the two had much to learn from one another. Their pack had followed them with a loyalty that had invigorated him as well – a loyalty he knew he would repay to them in respect and ensuring they grew to the pack they had all originally envisioned. A pack that would not need to flee from their home due to the nature of their neighbours.
 
He trailed after Durnehviir, his eyes set upon her. Snow gently fell from the air, and he released a soft chuff, wishing the warmth of spring would be upon them fully now, though he had never minded the cold. He simply wished for less hardship upon his pack.
 
He ducked his muzzle along one of the slender branches of a willow tree, his own gaze drifting over the trees with mild curiosity. As he sidled up alongside his mate, who had slowed her own pace and offered him a nudge, he blinked, looking upon her and offering a small nod. “It is.” His tail gave an idle sway in the air as he considered, his own muzzle dipping down to brush her cheek softly. “You said we’ll be there soon?”