Ravenshook Cliffs Now in the [M]orning, I Sleep Alone...

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backdated to April 21st!

 

Meylodi had grown rather fond of her mercenary over the time they'd known each other. She remembered the suitors that her brother had wanted her to marry, and none were as kind or as focused on her as @Void had proven to be. None were as good a fighter, or as good as a hunter. Her independent heart felt like no other wolf worthy of forming a pack with.

She had woken up from a nap out of food; her newly-formed scars no longer stinging when she sniffed for signs of the large, black shadow she'd come to wait eagerly for. Who's kind smile and concern for her well-being had stolen her heart.

The desire for his touch, his scent to drown herself in, was strong. 

Meylodi waited anxiously for his return.