Firefly Glen [BWH] In-between Humility and Faith

Rodyn gave a sage nod. That is more truth than most have learned.
And it was, the road to happiness had been long for him and it had hurt. And he had fallen along the way. And he had grieved, but he would continue forward. And perhaps it was not for him anymore, but perhaps some day. You never really knew.

He thought of the gifts he had in his den for a future bride if he should ever take another. If he did not find one soon. He may just simply need to give them away to someone else that could use them. Perhaps if another chose to take a mate in Moonglow he would gift the husband to be these presents for his bride.

He was not blind to the tension, but he did wonder at it. Was it because of his words of caution. Or had she had a run in with them herself, and it caused her unease. He frowned in thought. He hoped not.

He was surprised at the touch of her tail to his. And he blinked when she said to find him, but a small smile did take place on his maw as he nodded gently. He would tell her of their tribes hunts. Perhaps even bring her an elk fur to work through. He did take a moment to smell the lavender again, and dip his tail to his nose, catching the same scent there.

Another soft snort of amusement. He added his new fur to his back and went in search of the wayward weasel that had laughed.