Redtail Rise the teeth of seven thousand men

Her days were full while Ancelin roamed, but her heart was not- and it wasn't until she saw him stride back into view that she realized that her happiness was contingent upon having him near. She inhaled the many scents he wore, postcards from the different lands he'd visited. Hints of pine and cedar, of brine and marsh, perfumes from lands she herself had visited and many more as well. 

It had pained her to see him go, and to spend nights wallowing in desire she could not satisfy herself, but she too had sung a hallelujah from the peak of a mountain summited for the first time. She had known the quietness of a road travelled alone, and the solace it brought to one's soul. And as selfish as she could be, she would not deny him that experience for the sake of her own jealousy and needs. 

She felt electricity spike through the fur along her spine when he nibbled her ear, and she shuddered. With bared teeth she pressed her muzzle into his fur, gritting them together to keep herself from the instinct to grab him and pull him closer. Her response was wordless but profound in meaning. She was glad to see him return, seemingly fulfilled from his adventures.