Fox's Glade Cause we both need it to forget this fear

AW maybe @Sorin ?

The fae had been most surprised to wake and discover that the dark man had not been a dream born of loneliness. He was not a figment of her imagination but astoundingly real - an individual with a name. He was Sorin. 

In the light of day, she could not pretend he was Kavik, not any more than she could have pretended Siqsa was - who had joined the duo only days ago. 

With the sun's rays to cast illuminance on the true features of his composition, Sorin was shorter than her previous mate but broader of shoulder and thicker of limb, more stocky and muscular. The healer had not thought it possible to meet a wolf who made her feel smaller than the Tonrar had but the ebony titan managed, despite the difference in height. His features were shorter, squarer - his eyes a darker shade of green, that of ivy and moss climbing across the trunks of ancient trees. Liri could not guess his age - he seemed youthful on the rare occasions when he lowered his guard yet wise as the tribe's elders when composed. 

It was night when she again sought after the raven's company - unable to sleep. Perhaps Sorin would be awake as well, he too seemed to be plagued by nightmares. 

It had been colder of late, if that was possible. Ice crusted the grass, shards breaking softly underfoot as the northron padded to Sorin's sleeping spot - a dozen tiny ghostly Liris reflected in the icicles hanging from the tree limbs. 

The healer's breath hung in thick white plumes as it escaped into the dark of the night, her breath caught for a moment. 

Did she dare? 

"Sorin, " the fae chuffed softly, the word thick with the girl's native tongue. Her voice was soft, it would not wake him if he were dozing but a wolf lying awake in the dark might hear the nymph's whispered call.