its a bitter world and id rather dream

”We could start looking,” he suggested innocently, he didn’t want to force her to move. She built this cottage with her own paws, he couldn’t ignore that, and the garden was so close and it was in a great location for the rest of the pack to drop by.. ”For a getaway den.” For the nights they would need it most, when the two of them wanted to get really rough with each other. Also just to get away from everything. If it were up to the silver marked titan he wouldn’t tell anyone where it was. He didn’t get Iolaire to himself often enough.

She fit herself comfortably on his chest as he pulled her over, she was all his. The feeling of his deep love for her was uncontrollable. She returned his kiss and his words, there was no way he’d ever get enough. He wanted to wake up holding her every morning, after falling asleep with her in his arms. Roan didn’t want to be without her.

Iolaire curled into him as she spoke about the impending mission. He had to come back to her. Roan gently caressed the fur of her scruff with a massive paw, back and forth along her neck and shoulders. ”I will.” He didn’t want to endanger either of them, but both wolves wished to see the cave bear dead as much as he did, and Roan knew he wouldn’t return if he went in alone. There was still a chance, there always would be, that something went horrifically wrong. He prayed to whatever higher power that might hear him that he wouldn’t join Dapple anytime soon.

”Iolaire.” She said her name softly, living the way it felt on his lips. ”Will you show me her grave?” The mood already sombered he squeezed her gently, reaching up to press his cheek against her skull to give an embrace for his own comfort.