Emberwood i wanna be anywhere but here, always

arriving next round?

Wandering upon their own is a norm that Kratos falls in easily. Both of them are the sort that need their breathing space, alone, no matter how much they care for each other—and he thinks they are finding a happy medium between the both. Sometimes, however, Kratos is a dick. Well, a lot of the time.
So he ends up searching out for Zephyr, following his mates scent that wraps so awkwardly around the creek instead of through it, until the woods of ember appear on the horizon and the hills are alive with laughter; a voice unmistakable.
A twist creeps upon his lips, as he lumbers through the woods without any true rush towards the noise.