Whitefish River jeweled

Finally, Peridot thought to herself. 

This journey back to the Wilds had been arduous at best; a place to rest was greatly welcomed. She found her paws aching as she waited in the clearing, so she took a moment to stretch them, toes flaring wide and a yawn punctuating the end before returning to full height. Green eyes twinkled as she caught sight of her snow-clad guardian. 

And lover.

Polaris had lead the way dutifully and with much care taken towards ensuring their safety. He had done so since her brother had been killed in combat—at first, it felt as though it was only by the bond of brotherhood did Polaris take her under his wing. Maybe, it had been. But, something beautiful came from that tragedy and she would always thank her brother for bringing his comrade into her life. She had only wished he was still here to witness it.

Her own tail swayed in response. She bounded to him quickly, a lick to his muzzle in a quick greeting. “Thank goodness! With it being Spring, life surely should be bustling around here. I am starving.” Dottie pretended to sway, her paw reaching up to her brows ever so dramatically. 

Her giggle had died shortly as it had come. The cues were subtle, but it was there—hyper vigilance at the ready. A curse of war. “Hey—you alright, darling?”