Gyrfalcon's Keep i don't know what you do

The sea had a taste and a smell to it unlike any that Dreven knew. It burned and yet it cleansed and he still wasn't quite sure how he felt about it. Sometimes it stunk, but not often. And it was constantly noisy. It was never silent. Dreven thought he liked that the most, because when things were quiet. Well.

Dreven wasn't upset with his place in the world, or with Atka's pregnancy. No his worries were that it would go away. That someone, somewhere would remember him as an enemy and cause distress. He knew that the wolves of this pack would protect Atka, and he'd die for her and their children, but he couldn't stop the nightmares or the worry.

It was with swift step's he came across her. And he stopped for a minute to reorient himself and gently trace the rounding of her sides. His throat tightened for a second and then he was moving forward again. A trace along hip and back until he made it to her side, and large head over shoulders he waited. Quietly.