Chimera Fields there's frost on every window

She had gotten so close to him - it was a wonder how he held. He felt another berg of ice pull free from the girth of his chest as she gently pushed against him. Finally the dark prince was brought to where he realized he had his princess with him. But alas, this ivory was no mere girl; she was a queen, and it seemed she was relishing him as her king. He could never be someone so mighty... he was a mere Assassin. There was no title he could label himself by other than as a Guardian for Gwen and his girls. And that was when he had made his decision on a name for their pack-to-be. The woods were already deemed Shadewood, and if he were to lead those who called it their home, then they would too be called Keepers. 

“Shadewood Keep,” he grinned as he warmed beside himself. Laying a soft-pressed muzzle against the slender curve of her crown, he bent slightly to murmur to her. “That is your new home. Our,” he smiled turned and boosting the base in his rumble so that Phex would know she wasn’t ostracized by him being unable to free himself from his place under the Empress. “new home.”

But her words, though were meant inspirational, had chilled his core as he thought of the many who had possibly come and forsaken his queen. “Always.” Cry was a far ways from the peons who would wreck the winter fae’s trust. The Guardian would never stoop so low as to smudge the woman’s heart, not even in the slightest tarnish. She was a sapphire to be handled with the utmost care. Looked out for by the entirety of her Family, as that was what the heart of this pack was for. The ragtag souls who had lost their way, lost their pasts, and needed a place to learn what home truly was. 

“We should head back; there is so much to show you,” he advised, unable to command anyone to do anything despite his bleak title as the Watcher of the Keep. He would probably rarely tell anyone what to do, only giving out advice or intellectual words should any of the wolves need it. He was much more certain they were independent and capable of their own learnings, but he would be the ear to speak to should they feel they need to. Hell, Gwen was much more able to handle things like that; they might even go to her!