Rolling Girl

They had left the North and he had willingly stuck by her side once again. He was content that she was safe again and that her mental health seemed to improve the further away they got. He had been careful to keep an eye on her, make sure she didn't push herself to hard, and of course to make sure she was well fed. Their travels had been slower, but that didn't bother him. The slower pace made things a lot more enjoyable as they spent a lot of time in each other's company.

They were taking a rest stop today, enjoying the warm sun on the shore of the lake. Clay was sprawled out with Kait dozing at his side. He too was finding himself relaxed enough that he was dozing, the warm sun making him feel lazy with the darker hues to his coat. At first he hadn't heard her more softer tones, but as she shifted and pressed into him his awareness kicked in. Waking him from his dozing and making his eyes open.

When she spoke the dire male shifted himself, wrapping himself around her more. She was already laying her head on his neck so he didn't move his head. She questioned if they would be alright and his eyes looked to her abdomen for a moment as she continued to speak. Truly he didn't know what was wrong with the male, if he had mental illness or if it was just how he was raised. Though he did believe with their influence the kids would turn out alright.

"As long as we show them happiness and just do our best when raising them, they should turn out fine," he said quietly.