Bloom

The feelings we growing stronger and threatening to overwhelm FitzDutiful was he watched the woman he loved. He wanted to get her inside, had to get her away from the dangers of other males. Those pups had to be his. Raissa was looking at the stars when the wind shifted and the intoxicating scent was sent spiralling to god knows where.

"Raissa," he called out, gruffly, feeling concern that someone else may stake a claim to what was his. "Let's go back." He wasn't leaving it open for debate but neither was he strictly ordering her. He was more than happy to take her here but was wary of it being within viewing distance of the borders. He didn't want to put the two of them at risk from attacking, challenging males that wanted offspring of their own. Lone wolves were a higher risk at this time of year.

FitzDutiful waited patiently where he stood for Raissa to go in front of him and begin the walk home, he wanted her in his sights at all times.