Deepwood Weald Realized I can't not be with you

A soft breath slips from him when Midar curls around him again, and he relaxes into his embrace. His words bring a faint, stinging warmth to his eyes, and it takes him a moment to answer past the lump forming in his throat. I love you too, He mumbles into his fur, emotion thick in his voice. An unexpectedly profound sense of relief has settled over him as his mate's warmth surrounds him, soothing the ache rooted deep in his chest and replacing it with healing golden warmth. The shift is almost dizzying, but he doesn't want to question it; he just wants this moment to last as long as possible.