Duskfire Glacier May you be in heaven a full half hour

alright, wintersbane murmurs in rasping agreement as she encourages him to continue in his patrol; though the tundrian shifts his steps so they are not so long, not so purposeful. more leisurely and slowed so the two of them could keep pace well enough. for a moment the silence stretches between them and though there is a spark of desire to break it, to encourage lane to tell him what she had to tell him — because he harbors the natural assumption that wolves seek him for purpose and not because they enjoy his company. he resists.

and is rewarded for it soon enough; though her words bring with them a measure of surprise that wintersbane cannot catch as it morphs into shape upon his scarred visage.

to clarify, wintersbane begins after considering his words. are you staying because you want to or because you're with child? he doesn't mind — is grateful in fact either way — still would like to know whether she was staying because she genuinely wanted to or because she felt an obligation to.