Iktome Plains We can stay as long as we want

@Blossom
Close to the Plateau

Hey you, Fynn says—his tone is soft and loving. The sun is just starting to rise, and the white wolf had slipped away earlier to repay the favor from so many months ago when they last revisited the Wilds. A plump bird sits a few feet away from Blossom. Fynn approaches when he sees his boyfriend start to stir, brushing his nose to the red wolf's cheek before placing a morning kiss on his forehead. Caught ya breakfast.