Winter rose

Solor huffed a laugh as Vail admintely promised that the thorn bushes wouldn’t catch her unawares again. ”Well see about that” he teased. Still, this older version of Vail did seem to have a confidence her younger self did not. She had been all bluster and determination, but now Vail had grown into that promise and didn’t need anyone looking out for her. Sadly for her she had two wolves who wanted to throw themselves into the path of danger for the white wolf.

He felt Vail shift at her side, her body slowly sinking into the earth of the cave floor. “Anything my Lady requires” Solor teased her back, and wrapped his larger frame around the small white wolf, resting his head against the back of her head, and providing her with a living blanket.