Bittersweet

Even in the clutches of his own dreams, he felt anais stir beside him. He felt a disturbance in her own sleep that coaxed him back to reality. His own dreams faded before they solidify in his mind and his eyes still closed he drew anais closer to him, thinking he heard her murmuring in her sleep. He knew the moment she woke, in fact he could taste the lightest trace of salt in the still air of their den. Even as he began to scoop her up and draw her tightly into his arms she let loose, her anguish sounding in soft sobs that tore into not just his heart but his soul.

"Anais. Anais, little pearl of my heart." He whispered, drowsy, into her fur. Through his own sleep was quickly fading and his eyes would flicker open. He bent forward, so he could softly, tenderly, lock away the tears that shimmered against the fur below her eyes. "My love, my sweetest soul mate, what is it?" He asked softly, sticking his nose into her around her neck and face and shoulders, sniffing and looking for any injuries, any sign of anything wrong. Pressing his head against her stomach where the little fluttering heart beats of their creations stirred and echoed, the sound soft, soothing, and right. He did not know what could cause her to wake in tears, like one clutching on to a dream already fading,a reality they wished was true. What was wrong in her world? How could he fix it and bring her peace?

Was there anything in her choices that she might regret, such as their coupling? The result of that match? Perhaps the location or the absence of some of her family. Some of the loses she had been dealt. Something not here that she needed? Whatever she was missing or desired. Whatever ailed her he would find it, fix it, change it. He would right whatever was wrong in her world no matter what price it might bring to himself.