Deepwood Weald the only ring i want buried with me are the ones around my eyes

He stirs slowly, roused by the harsh beating of wind and snow against the den's exterior. Consciousness comes to him in pieces, and as he wakes bit by bit he tucks himself closer to the dark figure wrapped around him. He presses his face more deeply into @Midar's fur, inhaling his scent and savoring the moment. After a few beats, he pulls away slightly to study the other with a slightly lovestruck expression, noting that the den is only dimly lit. The morning is still young, and the storm raging outside has suffocated much of the scant early sunlight. It might as well be evening, he thinks, yawning and burying his face in his lover's fur once again. At least he's in his favorite spot.