Bearclaw Valley axe

ameline received the full pleasure of his return; whines and laps to her chin, eyes drawn to loving narrow, ears splayed in full relinquishment to her as he combed their scents together once more.
"missed you," he whispered into her ruff, before his tail waved once to see athalia. "hey. what do you have?" he asked, scarred face dipping toward hers. "did you catch this yourself?" he asked encouragingly, sweeping his indigo eyes between them.
it was good to be home.