Northstar Vale I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.

He didn’t stray far from his new companion. Stark black practically melted to the gentle creams of her fur every chance he held, whether in the form of affection or play. Despite his rather lame introduction, she had decided to let him stick around for a bit, and as they stood at the borders of her home after days of travel, the Mayfair offered a gentle chuff, his nose sliding to the graceful slope of her nape to preen at her fur. “So this is home?”

It was beautiful—for lack of a better word. But it wasn’t the beauty of the land or the promise of a pack that really kept Akavir at the side of the girl now. Maybe he wasn’t thinking clearly—the whirlwind of their meeting wasn’t lost on him—but he didn’t much care put too much thought on it. He was happy in her embrace and company—wasn’t that all that should matter?