Hoshor Plains I never land, just float there

After leaving the impromptu meeting with Ira and the other scout sent on the mission to reclaim the River, Emrik set out looking for his mate. He was desperate to see her before he left. After taking back the River, Emrik swore he would spend several days with just Speedy. Since their courtship had started the man had been called from the Plains twice. While it helped solidify his place within the pack once again, Emrik did miss his beautiful partner.

It wasn’t hard to catch her scent on the wind. She had been active today. Emrik followed various paths she had left, tracking some of her movements through the day. Herb hunting it would seem. As he circled her herb den. When he finally found the right path, he was greeted by an adorable sight.

Speedy, curled in a delicate ball, in the only rock large enough to absorb the suns rays. Grinning broadly at her antics, Emrik chuckled as he approached. Lifting her front paws to perch on the rock, he nudged his head alongside hers, his hind legs remaining on the ground. “Hey sleepy head.” He murmured softly.