Bearclaw Valley and heaven knows,

he shook his head, then, chin brushing against the back of her neck. you are not asking, milan. i am offering. i expect nothing of you, asides from health this winter. and to be healthy, you must eat. he did not think ill of her hunting capabilities, but perhaps it was the prehistoric part of his man-brain that urged him to provide.

and frederick was not sure if he could make that promise, there were still things to be done, to be organised. akavir would need to finish his own patrol, and that could take moons. he had made a promise to milan before — and he had yet to live up to it.

a sigh escaped him. i don't know, milan, he said, then. i can promise you that no matter how far, you will always be within my heart. but it is akavir, arlette and arric that make the decisions. i wish not to anger them, especially if i am to come to bearclaw valley. i do not want to make things tense between the packs.

but he did not want to wait too long. he remembered the man who he spoke too not long ago, wondering if he was still hanging around, wondering what would happen if frederick did not come in time. wondering if milan would be better with him.

a breath came in, then. please, let me fetch you something.