Gilded Bay When the bones are good, the rest don't matter

He hadn't wandered far from the moors, from the coconut trees to the bay, he was investigating the beaches and familiarizing himself with every nook and cranny of these lands to avoid getting lost here as he did once back when they lived on the plateau. Though he missed the elevated view and tall thick trees - the happiness this place brought the women of the pack was enough for Rosencrantz to feel happy here himself. 

A call rang out in the bay, summoning the twisted paladin to her - Rosalyn. What could she be doing out here? It would take him approaching the woman with a slowed pace to realize why here, and why now so suddenly - she had finally found her heat this year and he could only assume that this meant she was following through from their previous conversation. 

Are you certain of your choice? Because once it happens, there was no taking it back.