Where It All Started

She’d been on his mind a lot. He really wished he’d been able to take more time and spend it with the little healer. He’d been carrying a few stones in an old hide, intending to line the border as he went on patrol, when her scent, only an hour or so old, hit his nose. A smile burst reflexively onto his face as he set the makeshift bag on the ground. He was on the border by now, engulfed in the fog of the moor. He could leave the stones here.

He ghosted forward on light paws, following the woman’s scent, and noting the stones that hadn’t been there on his last patrol. A grin grew on his jaws, pleasure at the fact that the rest of the pack was doing their part to make the borders a bit more notable to others. Several of the new stones carried Solveiga’s scent.

He spotted movement up ahead; a brief swirl of fog and a sandy figure. The grin grew further as he slowed, working to slip up behind the healer and using the mist to his advantage. He finally stepped up beside her, head lowering to nudge her cheek with a rumbling chuckle by way of greeting.

“Any good plants, Solveiga?” He asked with a good natured smile down at her, fathomless sapphires warm.