Hoshor Plains fayetteville gets hot in the summer

and so, badlands is arktos.

arktos, husband of nephele.

it is ridiculously easy, to call himself such even in his thoughts without any preamble. it fits, somehow. husband, nestled beside his name. it is a purpose. someone to serve. someone to protect.

simple and uncomplicated, which is how arktos is finding he likes things to be.

her small frame brushes against the side of his and arktos shivers, drawing delight in the touch. a touch he can see himself yearning for. physical attraction and a purpose to fulfill was what arktos believed he needed in life to be content.

on a random day, in a random plain he had found it.

or rather, she had found him.

and where to do we call home, nephele? asks the warbear, liking how her name feels against his tongue.