Cry Me A River

She was certainly a very good natured woman, a trait that he was instantly attracted to (in a non-romantic way). It warmed his heart to know that he would be able to share his new home in Valhalla with such a good woman. Then again, he wasn't that surprised. If Chrysanthe was anything to make assumptions from, it was that Valhalla was full of very noble and good-hearted wolves and Imena was no exception to that. Surely he was seeing in this woman what Chrysanthe or any other higher ranking Valhallan had seen in her when they had first met her. He could see this little meeting between them sparking a friendship, something the white man was in very much need of. He needed more friends and surely this would be the start of many more to come. Or so he hoped. Maybe after a nap? I'm suddenly tired and too lazy to move right now. And..Demonio, thank you. Her words snapped him from his thoughts, mismatched gaze flickering back to gaze at her, a warm smile curling his pale lips, a gentle chuckle rumbling in his chest. Just give me a time and place and I'm your man. You needn't thank me Imena, if anything I should be the one who should be thanking you for lifting my spirits. I'm looking forward to sharing Valhalla with such a great pack mate.



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