Duck Lake trust me when i tell you, you don't want that tooth 'n claw

His breath hitches as Kratos nears, then reaches for him. A tiny shudder rolls through him as he leans into the touch, and his own eyes close. For a few moments, it feels like he and Kratos are the only wolves in the world — and honestly, he'd be happy with that. His mate is all he needs right now. Urged forward by his own fragility, he buries his face in Kratos's neck, letting out a long shaky breath as he settles. His chest aches so much he can hardly breathe, but it's a sweet ache, the best feeling he's ever known. He feels wanted, chosen, loved.