So the northern queen had never shown. Did she actually just not care for him anymore? Well not like the viking had in the first place, but regardless - the male was apologetic towards Avalon the most. He got ahead of himself, fear controlled gripped at him underneath. He didn't want it that way and he certainly didn't want his wife to be distrusting him. Swallowing the male continued to work on the small gift. As much as a wolf cold handle at least. A bundle of flowers placed on a leaf with some honey and sap gluing it to place. Since spring had started, and with the birth of his children - it was like a welcoming gift for her. After all he had a few herbs she needed to take as well to earn back her strength and make sure that she stayed healthy. The male smiled a little, he would have to apologize to her as well. Just he feared rejection above all else, who could blame him after losing so much. He struggled with her older children already, and it was alright if they hated him - but he hoped they would support their siblings fully. Vereux lay dormant in the small cavern he made his herb collection. Done with his little gift he awaited Avalon for their appointment. Making it easier to interact anyway. “Vereux” “Avalon”

There was so much to think about, and already there was alot on her plate. Nobody had arrived when Vereux called, but she didn't think that enough time had been given for someone to appear. Katja could have been ill for all they knew, and whether or not the Viking woman had heard it would be determined. Surely someone did, and no doubt the alphess would send someone to investigate, or maybe even she herself would come to lay claim to what had belonged to her. These were only a fraction of the thoughts that ran through her head, because she didn't know what she would do when or if the time came. Vereux was her mate, yes. And she would protect him when she could, but she wasn't going to put the whole pack at risk for one life.

Sighing, the woman made her way to the mines where Vereux seemed to frequent. The scent of Vereux mingled with herbs wafted out of the caves, her steps light and her expression neutral to hide the turmoil that raged on in her mind. Her mate made her happy, yes. But damn all the trouble that came with trying to be happy. Her parents made it look so easy...so why was it so hard for her? "Vereux?" She wasn't exactly sure which cave he might be in thanks to the strong smell of herbs around her.

He was going to try and better himself, because if he didn't he had plenty of wolves he would let down. That incident at the border, well he knew he was stupid. Foolish enough as he was he was not stupid and he could learn. When he heard Avalon's voice. He picked up the careful crown of flowers from his herb hunting adventures. Appearing at the entrance he smiled, presenting the crown. Hopefully she would allow him to place it on her head. As the male either placed it on her head or set it in front of her he would look at Avalon. “An apology, and a gift before we check on you.” Vereux gestured inside as he would lead her to the very large chamber right near the entrance he had chosen as the communal den. Lined with various furs and other things it was a comfy place to be. Shelves from unknown being holding different plants that smelt strongly of mint and other things. As he took a seat, he tried to relax himself as he watched Avalon. “Vereux” “Avalon”