Shadewood but we go where we want to

A ribbon of the softest sheet danced around his auds as she tutted his decision. As much as he wish he could be content being away from her side, he never ceased following her. From times she had taken her swift baths in the chilled lagoon to the times she had fallen away to nap near the base of a comforting elm, he was always there, watching. The times he knew he could only sleep well was when the occasions came by that he had her in his arms, or she was tucked behind him as he slept before the door of their den. There was no cease to this affair, and while his prior occupation of being heartless was swiftly and dangerously being replaced, his capability of killing hadn’t. And the Void forbid anyone had laid even a single thought of negativity towards Gwen or Phex. 

Caught so so deeply in his oath to protect his family, Cry hadn’t managed his priority of listening properly enough. His subconscious however filled in the blanks for him as he resurfaced to the present, and as though he had never zoned out, the Guardian shrugged, something jesting in his words as he replied. “As much as I shadow you, you might have to demand default proximity order of me.” 

The Winter Queen was back on topics of hunting, and his own banner swished as he considered the woman a mind reader. How’d she know he was famished?

”Right behind you,” he promised as always, ducking his own athletic body low to catch whatever scents she might have missed. In all reality, he wasn’t expecting to come across anything that she hadn’t- she was becoming exceptional at tracking down food.