Shadewood let me love you old school

her loving gaze warms the cool wolves. it is infectious, the corners of issun’s mouth begin to tilt upwards and his gaze softens. he greets his mate with a low rumble, almost like a cat’s pur.

“nothing. everything’s perfect,” he hummed. the warrior rests his head on her nape, breathing in her sweet smell. time felt so slow, he cherished the moment. “how are you feeling?”