Cedar Sweep he lost his way and found it in the dark

@Rannoch sorry for the wait, hun!

They traveled quietly through the Wilds. Shrike was her ever-patient companion, humoring her as the bi-toned fallen angel tried to figure out what it was she expected in the next chapter of their life. Children had eluded them, and Allure felt the abuse of her body from her previous captors could be the only logical reason, and the thought always stirred pain and panic in her white chest.

Every so often her shoulder would brush against her mate’s, seeking unspoken reassurance from him.

Today she ventured further from him, though @Shrike was never far. Her paws led her to the sweep, her eyes roving the forests before her with appreciation. She had been born to a mountain—but she had lived among forests for most of her life. The trees within the Hinterland were comforting to her, and her aqua eyes stole over the dancing fireflies.

Dusk was upon them, and the woman considered seeking the warm embrace of her mate for the evening, but her eyes fell upon a broad figure nearby—his stark silver pelt seeming to brighten within the dimming sky.