Redsand Canyon Craving your touch

]What was this? White fur, a curled tail? Oh and let's not forget the bone white skull that sat on top of her head! A new player had arrived, well not a  new player. This actress was known, her colorless coat standing out against the red dust, orange sands. What was this play? Did it have a name, something clever perhaps? The comeback, maybe? Was that a nice enough name, or should it have something whimsical added to it?

Oh, how she missed this scent. The sight of her home, her pack but why had she left? And without a word, without a single word to the man she was loyal to! How could she? Ah, but that would be revealed over time. A meeting, perhaps he would forgive her. Or maybe she would be turned away, a tragic ending to this game. Only one way to find out, only one way to be sure!
Her lips parted, a call rose like a forgotten song. It whispered things unsaid, it called to the man she wanted to see. It would caress his name, coax him forward but would he welcome it? Or would he deny her?

Kyn would be lapping leisurely at the crystal clear waters of bloodsoaked Beach. His eyes are tired and he has slept very little if not at all. All because his son is missing. Poor, poor Alduin. Dumb little bastard thinks he’s invincible. Kyn partly blames his own confident bravado for that. Alduin imprints very well and, predictably, he mostly takes after his mother and father.

Today something most peculiar happens. He hears an achingly familiar howl. His ears swivel in every direction and his head lifts from the crystalline waters. Who is that? He wonders with squinting eyes. Oh, the familiarity is uncanny. 

Ultimately, he doesn’t know. So he wills himself to find out. Picking up a steady gallop he would traverse the scarlet canyon to meet the howl at its source. And who he sees makes him absolutely shit himself. 

Fucking Dove.

It’s a not a fucking Dove in a bad way either. Rather his entire being perks up unbelievably. His auds perk, his mouth opens into what is at first a shocked ‘o’ and finishing into a wide, toothy, open mouthed smile. 

“Dove?!” He calls to her. “Love, where the hell have you been?” But it’s not said with any real questioning, only shamelessly happy astonishment. 

When she sees him, he would have so many scars over his handsome face and quite few more over his body than what she left him with. The brindled brute would look drained from his lack of sleep and extraordinary amounts of stress. What with the war, his son, finding out information on Ursus, and investigating just exactly where they were. He having just the grandest time of his life.

So he would move up to her, nuzzling a large head into her face and neck. Supplying her with friendly, and very much excited, kisses and nips.