Sea Lion Shores don't ask me why

she responds to her question, running through what she expects of him; pack expectations aside. he makes the list in his mind as she lists the items: protect her, the children, the island. teach them things she can't. all fair things that makes him glad he's taken an interest in mercenary work prior to this. he would work, then, on honing those particular skills. for her. for the children. for her island. she brings up that perhaps next year he would father her litter.

atausiq thinks of the scent that hung upon clover's pelage and tries to imagine it upon his siren bride. something burns low in his belly; a low noise, a feral thing escapes from the hollow of his throat. an affirmation, an agreement. atausiq shifts his weight ...not exactly embarrassed but a bit flustered and unsure what he is to do to stifle it.

her oceanic gaze meets his once more, then, as she speaks that in time they learn to love each other. though they were, still, essentially strangers there was definitely a possibility that their alliance might forge something deeper; surely such things were not reserved for just fairytales. her excitement about what he suspects would be their marriage ceremony brings a small twitch of a smile to his lips; unable to help himself. tell me about it. tell me about your dreams and i will try to make them come true.