Emberwood Upon the sea and within the forest, thick as theives

And he would also never forget: I will always be Merry’s.

And he laughed then, light and soaring — soaring! — and he reached up to pressed his nose against her cheek. And I will always be yours.

He would reach his paws up to wrap his arms gently around her, and draw her in to his embrace. Softly. Sweetly. If she was willing.

What had just happened? His thoughts buzzed but he would ponder things later. His heart was lost in the woman before him. Lost, or found?

Found. For in her, he knew the feeling of home.

If Inkeri accepts his advances, we can either fade to black or timeskip here, depending on what you’d prefer! <3