Sun Mote Copse Spring lettuce

Dorea had been scarce lately, which was...  worrying. While he would never ask her to change, her previous flight from his life was at the forefront of his mind as he trailed along the edge of Firebird territory in search of any fresh scent trails that might belong to her. The most he expected from her was honesty; surely she'd know that if her heart sought to settle elsewhere, his was sure to follow.

He loved her. She was all he had left of Elysium and, desperate to keep her close, he didn't really know what to do with himself if she did choose to disperse once again.

The sight of thair pack's leader was a welcome distraction, and the gangly youth ascended the hill from behind her with a soft woof to announce his presence. "Hey," he greeted gently to accompany a friendly sway of his tail, content to settle alongside her and cast his powder blue gaze out over the land before them in search of whatever may have held Wraen's interest.