Dragoncrest Cliffs I guess I had to go to that place to get to this one

It was as if his thoughts made the scarred man appear. Only minutes passed between his thinking about finding his mate and him showing up beside him. Without any words, Alarian settled into him, and Midar curled around him, embracing him and running his nose through the fur of his neck. He would never take this for granted again—any of it. Memories of the smallest things seemed to make his chest ache during the time they weren't together. What he had missed most was Alarian's scent. He thought he would be able to commit it to memory, but even that had faded after enough time. The way he interacted with his husband now was almost desperate at times because he knew how it was to be without him, and he was afraid of ever feeling that way again. Midar tightened around him and just stayed like that for as long as he was able, nose buried in his fur, eyes closed.