Golden Glade Hit me with your best shot

Embry grinned. His eyes closed for the first time in a while; the freedom of trust overwhelming his battle-weary mind and body. The paradoxical sight of the two opponents in the woods seemed to be a mere figment of his dreams. He turned to face Feyre and could not even bear to blink... It felt as though this entire situation was on the brink of a terrible tragedy. Nevertheless, for the moment is was easier only to laugh and enjoy the beautiful lady he had been granted time to spend with.

He stood and shook out his fur, nodding as if to suggest onwards. Together, they would figure out where to go. He just wanted to get out of this place, in which the elk carcass lay eyeing him from the frosted earth. 

"Spring?" His tail stirred into a slow wag as they began to exit the clearing. "Well even better."