i don't blame the bear

Roan told her that he would come home and she smiled, green and gold eyes glittering. "Darling, you don't have a choice." He would come home to her or she would surely die as well. A broken heart would claim her. If giving up Deathbelle had been bad... losing Roan would be exponentially worse.

Her man held her close and she went willingly into his embrace, resting her cheek against him. Eyes closed and she reveled in the warmth of him. The feel of his fur against hers. "Will you leave soon?" The sooner they left, the sooner it would be over with and they could put this whole mess behind them. In the mean time, she had a task to perform. "When you leave, I'll follow soon after. I have something to do first."