lady lady lovely

Roan stole Iolaire away from her work for the day after the ceremony shamelessly. They watched the rest of the sunrise together before Roan grabbed up his own bundle of supplies and carted the two of them north. He’d been planning this even before he’d killed the bear, and was eager to see everything to fruition. While he was recovering he’d found a cozy cave north of the pack. North enough that he knew it would be noticeably colder so he’d stocked it with thick furs he’d harvested from some of the fluffier animals he’d hunted in the previous weeks. Everything he would need besides food was waiting.

He’d wrapped his darling wife in some fur and led them to isolation. Their beach vows wouldn’t be his only surprise to her today. ”Watch your step.” He warned while leading them up the slope of the mountain. There was a game trail, but it had to have been made by mountain goats. ”Almost there.” He assured her as he hopped lightly to adjust the load on his back. He nearly slipped, but his huge paws managed to keep him upright. Roan needed to take a bit of his own advice.

The newly married man continued to ride on the high that such a momentous morning brought. He’d eagerly pledged his life to Iolaire and he would eagerly prove them day after day. Starting with the first one. His heart raced and not just because of the incline. Butterflies lived in his belly and his grin wouldn’t be banished.