The Bracken Woods all you want is milk, more than you can drink; all you want is honey

A wreck. 

That's exactly what she she was, and yet she felt so secure in her relationship with Horosk that she could not understand how she still struggled with anxiety. She had been so undeniably strongwilled and just: strong. She shook her agouti head, glancing down at her paws in disgust. Here she was, letting Horosk greet someone utterly new to the both of them, alone.

The thought startled her into action. Horosk would never force her to do anything she did not wish to do. She needed to go over to him - he deserved for her to stand by his side as much as he stood by hers. The fae's paws moved beneath her- stirring the grasses and twigs beneath her. 

With a gentle chuff and a sway of her hips, she strode over to the two wolves - an apologetic smile gracing her features. The fae beside her male was striking. She disguised the low growl that rose from her chest with the clearing of her throat. "Hello there.." She let a full grin spread across her maw.