Is there a place for us?

Mikael stood proudly next to Tempest, returning the gentle smile before the pale silhouette of her muzzle produce an aria that rang across the mountainous pass. It called for the alpha's, to ask them for his access to the pack. Otherwise, he would once again be separated from his love. Not that he would leave her once again. He had found her, like a needle amongst the hay and he would never let go again.