Soul Full of Sorrow

Despite her worries, Roan said that he was comfortable and really just wished to rest. Having been out and about all night, the small wolf could do with some rest herself. Ears tucked back against her skull momentarily before she asked, "Would you mind if I rested with you? I'm still rather tired." She didn't wish to force herself upon him. They were going to be spending more than enough time together over the next few months.

She stood beside the furs. The call would be his. If he wished to be alone for a while, she would go off and do some preparing. She still needed to put an awning over the cart for their travels on the morrow. If he accepted, however, she would gladly sleep with him. Next to him, rather. Next to him... right.