Jade Fern Grove I'd only waste it again

He was loathe to wake that morning, and stirred Dawn's touch with a soft groan. Artyom blinked and squinted against fresh Winter sunlight, upward toward his mate's silver features. "Доброе утро," he muttered sleepily in his mother tongue, a lazy smile on his face as he attempted to huddle closer, "just a few more minutes..."

The sterling leader would have none of it, however; it was time to venture into the valley and attempt to better acquaint themselves with their neighbours. He pulled himself together, finally, and loped contently at Dawn's side as they crossed from the borders of their home into unclaimed territory.

Artyom paused when she did, concerned brown eyes on her as she steeled herself. Did she sense danger, perhaps? The gilded ranger felt suddenly on edge; "something wrong?"