Jade Fern Grove if you really listen, then this is to you

He felt a rush of relief when she spoke at last, listening to the words dance onto the wind's current, crossing to his ears - she would come. Soltero's emerald gaze glittered, pleased to be bringing a recruit back home with him to the shivering waters of the creek; the pack would flourish soon, of this he was certain. "In that case... we could head over there now? It is not far."

Should she accept, the storm-soldier would pick himself up and lead the way to the borders, glancing back to ensure she followed his stride, pleased with his success in the frosty hours of the morning.