Shadewood piit ☆

His touch was what melted the ice in her steps, the shielded barrier of steel, drowning into liquid and washed away by his warmth - before being reunited with the shadow king, she'd reverted to her ghosting nature, drifting to and fro with the breath of the wind but never slowing to allow another inside, never stopping to reveal her weaknesses or permit the breaking of her walls. With Cry, everything was different.

She'd be damned if he ever split from her side.

"Kukutux," she repeated, intruiged by the foreign name. "Welcome." The empress gave a slight incline of her alabaster chin, though shifted forward to lightly touch her nose against the woman's shoulder in greeting. Iskra's appearance threatened another smile from Gwen, who cast a friendly gaze in the pale agouti's direction - the shadewood felt truly like home now, filled with warm souls and working paws, a capable family, a perfect team. But... in truth, home would be wherever her husband was.