heart and head

He laughed softly when Wren spoke and ruffled the fur between her ears before kissing her delicate nose gently. "You know what I mean. If you ever pick your heart over the pack. If you feel you have to do something that defies reason and logic, I'll stand by you. To love and support you, always" he swore. Because he trusted Wren, completely. He knew how much she wanted to stand up for injustice, and he loved her for it. He felt her pull away slightly, giving him the chance to look the delicate swirl of her eyes as she apologized for something she did not need to apologize for.

"I was honored to be introduced as your mate, Wren" he whispered to her, placing a paw over hers. His smile changed, taking on a teasing, wicked glint. "But perhaps one day soon we can tweak that title a little, eh?" He said, voice soft. But this wasn't how he intended to propose to her, and he said nothing else.