When we are free

Sparrow had been in and out of the pack lately, but much more out than in. The pack scent wasn't even covering her coat other than a light dusting over her paws just from walking around the territory. She knew she and Tyrian hadn't really had a chance to talk about it, but her intentions had never been unclear and she was sure they both knew this day would come. She tracked him by scent, starting at his den, "Tyyyyyr? Good old uncle Tyrrrr?"

The scent wasn't that fresh so he was probably out and about. That gave her a better idea. She decided to stop calling for him and shrunk into a crouch. With her large size, she still wasn't the stealthiest, but it should be good enough. She followed his scent with an avid dedication and when it was fresh enough, she used her eyes (duh) to locate him. She stayed to his back, stayed down wind. She wanted to get as close as possible before launching herself at him, aiming to squish him and lay a very slobbery kiss along the fluff of his right cheek, "Tyyyyyyr!"