Blacktail Deer Plateau and somewhere, in the shadows

my valkyrie queen, croons rusalka to his wife in greeting upon her approach; whiskey steeped baritone partially amused ( if because he still isn't sure he understands what a valkyrie was ) but mostly warmed and honeyed with unfettered affection.

he closes the distance between them, to draw his nose against the underside of her muzzle; in deference to rank; though the trail of kisses left in the wake of touch were all husband and less subordinate.

he presses his muzzle to her cheek then, for a moment, drinking in her scent before he pulls back slightly.

our children grow by the day, he murmurs with a soft pining. soon, they would not need them. soon, they would be finding their own way in the world. already leifa speaks grandly of seeking adventure outside of our borders.