Hideaway Strath how strange to seek such strangeness

Lucky she is to find him so early in her search. He is sauntering along the river that runs like an artery through their snowed in paradise. There’s no other place like him and he finds himself falling in love with the vast amount of territory is keeping up with. His heart still pines for the blood red walls of the canyon; the beautiful oasis’ and waterfalls — don’t get him started on the crystal clear water. 

Along with the memory of the canyon of red, memories of the wolves that once lived there come too. One specifically: Aerin, once called Awenfen. He doesn’t ask her why she’s changed her name, for he knows she will tell him in due time when she’s ready. 

Yet it almost seems like a blessing when he catches her petite form off in the near distance and he’s trotting to catch up to her. Intentionally making his footfalls loud so he doesn’t sneak up on her. He approaches with a rather sweet and soft “Darling,” His massive form, especially compared to hers, coming to step in next to her. 

He brushes their shoulders together and dips his head to brush hers softly. “How are you, princess?” Comes his soft inquiry despite the pet name.