Lake Rodney [m] forever

Maggak—there, too.

He inhaled sharply—grateful Alaric had been the vicinity, and whomever this Bronte was.

Still, he should have been as well.

“I will watch for her,” he murmured, unable to keep the rumble of upset and anger from his vocals. A paw lifted, grazing her side, pulling her closer to him as in return, muzzle drifting along the top of her crown in quiet contemplation. “And I will be home, soon.”

The bride price fulfilled—at least the items required. His nose bent further down to her nape, inhaling—considering, now, that once more Sialuk was in heat—and feeling that tug of hesitance in his wonder for who she had sought now to father her children this year.