Blacktail Deer Plateau Here we go again

While she moved to skirt around him for a closer look, Reyson caught her swiftly in a manner only a solid soldier could, embracing her before letting her go to inspect his injury. Blushing at his warm welcome, she tried to clear her head, warmth spreading in her chest as his familiar scent enveloped her. She had missed him.

A groundhog hole? “What’s with you and rodents,” she chided softly, referring to the porcupine incident of ’22.

He had wrapped the ankle—and she lifted a paw, poking him softly in the side. “C’mon, let’s go tighten that up,” she offered, flashing him a small smile. “And get something in your belly.”