Dragoncrest Cliffs for even if she flees, she shall soon pursue

Not being one to sing songs of excuses - he explained himself to Erzulie, perhaps she would break the news somewhat to Rosalyn before he could. For now, he didn't wish to repeat himself the same story he had told one of them. Not if he wasn't asked outright. If they didn't care to ask, he wouldn't grovel. He wouldn't embarrass them all by begging and spewing his reasonings because barely anything was worth vanishing into the wind, none but death. Especially something so selfish as his. 

Because that's all it was. A selfish desire to hold onto his new wife just a little longer before, well, perhaps never seeing her again. Only time would tell, and he trusted she would make the effort. A thought that saddened him still, a thought he would not linger on. Not now, not when the wives needed his full attention, his now properly positioned Alphas. 

As if a weight had just been lifted, Rosalyn was quick to forgive as well. Something he thought was impossible by either of them and yet, he was wholly thankful once again. Even if he had spoken yet in her presence, there was one thing he had to say. Something he had withheld from Erzulie before until both of them were here to listen, together. Shifting to try and face them both, hanging his head in a more humble posture. I'm sorry. He uttered with the utmost honesty. Thank you. 

It was good to be home again.