King Elk Forest All of you a verb in perfect view

His concerned look only softened a little as she spoke again. She didn't feel up for a long trip, and so he wouldn't push her on the matter. Truthfully, the idea of staying with her, in one place, was intriguing. He had never had a set home before, and he wondered what it would be like. And to have Leigh with him while he explored this new way of life was more than he ever could have dreamed of or really even deserved. 

And the last thing she said—they aren't the same as you—that filled him with smug, possessive satisfaction. There could be no one in his life like her either, which was why he was here. He shifted closer and brushed his nose across her cheek once more. Whatever you want, he told her. I will stay with you and be a part of your pack if that is your wish. It was a lot for the wanderer to give; he had never been tied to one place before, but he wanted Leigh in his life, and he would do whatever was needed to make that happen.