Ravensblood Forest We're bound to break and my hands are tied.

It wasn’t until her tail grazed against his own – her soft words finally penetrating through with her true intentions that he released a breath; one he knew that was shaky, and yet he couldn’t care. “Durnehviir,” he murmured softly, his voice pausing as his eyes gathered to the sky, noting the tall trees and the winding branches above.
 
He tipped his muzzle down then, his nose pressing to the velvet softness of her cheek, taking comfort in her scent and presence. “Durnehviir.. I will take you wherever you want to go. Wherever you feel safe. Just.. be mine.” Because he was already hers – he had become so fully the moment they had begun to create a family together.