Stone Circle Branches were sewn by the color of green

For the second time that day Siarut found himself venturing from the side of his mate. This time with a soft grumble, having been awoken to fetch some food. It wasn't often that Nanook requested something in the dead of night anymore, but when she did there was no way Sia could even fathom not getting whatever she wanted. She of course was the love of his life, and the mother of his very young children. She deserved the world. And so... the northern man headed quickly to the stream to quench his own late night thirst before heading to a cache to see what was available.

Her scent reached him before he reached her. She had been around for some time now, if Sia remembered carefully. Just over a month, if he had to guess. It wasn't uncommon for him to no introduce himself. For the first couple of months he belonged to Easthollow Siarut spent very little time within the borders, preferring instead to scout the areas surrounding. Returning to her sister had been Nanook's wish, and he had obliged, but for a long time he was uncomfortable. Unable to move past his demons to properly settle. He wasn't sure what he noticed this ideology change. He supposed it was around the time he found out Nanook was pregnant. He wanted his children to grow up in a home, but how could they if he didn't see this place as home. No, it was Sia's duty to finally fit in. To make the effort.

And so when he normally would have left the girl to her own thoughts, Siarut found himself following the scent. It was late, but then again he too didn't sleep much at night. Nightmares often waking him far earlier than the sun. But he had learned to live with the insomnia. Siarut let out a soft chuff as he approached the dark, sleek female, giving her a respectable distance.