Cedar Sweep You don't make a sound

heyo! vry vague but assuming he joins the Saints in his last thread for now

The Lieutenant was not quite concerned when he smelt Simmik's scent leading away, out towards the sweep of cedar woods perfumed in the trees' pungent smell. But the news of her and Kyn's impending litter had spread slowly and he couldn't deny that some chivalrous part of him was worried about her being alone on neutral grounds, even though he knew she was a warrior and could likely handle her own well enough. She'd been injured already when they met though, with offensive wounds draping her slender throat like painful ruby garlands. He knew it would end up driving him nuts so it didn't take long before Matias gave in to his protective urges and trailed after the pale mother.   

He caught up with her sometime after she had left and already reached the woodland, coming up alongside her ivory form when he caught sight of her. He made sure that his broad paws crunched and cracked over the forest floor and its debris from a ways back as he approached, not wanting to startle his friend's wife, and even gave a soft chuff once he was walking alongside her. Habitually, he straightened to his full, intimidating height by her side, champagne gaze sweeping the area alertly for any threats before he softened and glanced back down at her.

"Hello again, darlin'," he drawled again, slow and sweet as spilt molasses, the outlaw's grin teasing and rakish as he warmed to her almost immediately. He loved Kyn, she loved Kyn. He hadn't trusted Sasha but he trusted that his friend's judgement was sound this time around. There didn't seem to be any reason to doubt Simmik, not unless he was given one.