Deepwood Weald Realized I can't not be with you

Just as his breathing started to calm, he felt Alarian's warmth at his side. Midar curled around him, licking the place on the back of his lover's neck where his teeth had been moments ago. Resting his head there, he released a sigh as well before his own eyes drifted closed. Whatever issues they still had to work out could wait until another day; right now, he just wanted to sleep curled around his mate and forget about the rest of the day, and luckily it didn't take long to succumb to a dreamless slumber.

He woke sometime in the early morning just after the sun had made it's way into the sky above them. The first thing he registered other than the fact that is was now morning, was his mate's body still curled up next to him. Memories of last night came flooding back, and warmth settled in his stomach as he lifted his head. Snow fell lightly around them, and it appeared to have been falling for quite some time, as he noticed that they were both mildly covered in a thin layer of white. Midar shook his head a little, clearing the snow from his crown and scruff before moving to lick the same area on the back of Alarian's neck again, wondering if it was sore where his teeth had been clamped down. The beast was eager for Alarian to wake, but he waited patiently for any stirring from the other man.