Hoshor Plains to the divine, mischievous spark in you

with a wrap of a patrol under his belt, arktos makes his way towards the heart of the plains, where the herd presently grazed. a chuff steals his attention, slipping it from betwixt his teeth with an iron grip. he recognizes the voice and immediately shifts everything to attend to her.

he makes quick work of the distance, meeting her half way.

wife, he drawls in a low rumbled greeting; almost purring the title as a nickname. unseen and behind his teeth if the 'my' that goes unsaid but whose essence linger all the same. husband is a title that arktos is proud to carry.

their self assigned tasks of seeing yellowstone to fruition haven't allowed them much time together and this creates a certain sort of thrill, like they were two lovers sneaking out of her house for stolen moments away.

he moves forward to press a lingering kiss to her cheek, a small nip offered to the cup of her ear.