Permafrost Hollows and in the end, i'll do it all again

He sighed, letting those three beautiful little words slip into his ear, root themselves in his brain. It had been so long since he'd heard those words spoken sincerely, and even longer since he'd heard them from Alarian. He hadn't noticed their absence until just now, and he ducked his head, feeling tears well in his eyes. Damn.

"I love you," Zamael repeated, fervently, pressing back against his brother. "I always have. I always will." A pool of grays and blacks and tans were they, their pelts shimmering in the crystalline light. It was something out of a story, and when he looked at Alarian, let his gaze linger over his brother's face, he could hardly believe any of it was real.

"Is this your home?" he asked, eyes lifting to look around the cave. If so. . .cool digs. Unique. Pretty. But he'd mentioned a pack, and there was little pack-scent, here.