Does Spring actually exist here?

She saw the moment he understood that she held nothing of what he might have done in his past against him. He’d been done wrong by his sire. Had her own father sired a child that wasn’t technically legitimate, she would likely not have been the alpha of Valhalla. He would have honored his paternity. Then again, Regulus wasn’t one who would have slept around, being of the old-fashioned sort that had shared his bed only with Solveiga, and only after they’d become mates.

Granted, she was as much of an old-fashioned type as he was. Amos had begun to capture her heart, but he’d vanished, and then Red had come along. Of course, it had taken the sabered, gold-brindled russet man actually laying it out in front of her to realize that the feelings were mutual. Her lips twitched wryly at the memory as she watched Drachen examine the structure, making note of what caught his attention.

She listened with interest as his own assessment, eyes tracing the air, imagining the pillar, and adding to it with her own thoughts. “And perhaps timbers for the floors… I recall seeing something quite similar at the Castle Red and I explored in Auster. It was almost completely intact from what I recall. Hell, if Valhalla didn’t have such strong ties to these lands I might have decided to move the whole pack there.”

She chuckled softly, then added, “That substance was mortar, I think. We’ve tried several mixes on the wall over the past couple of years or so. Some held up better than others. It’s best to do when the weather’s warm enough for things to set. With this icy chill, it’ll freeze and just crumble instead… I really hope summer is an improvement.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think