Time Marches On

As he and Ikigai found a better rhythm with one another following his mistake and he eventually healed enough to get back to the normal duties that were expected of him, Deimos began to work on something to give Ikigai as a thank you for her undeserved forgiveness. He wasn't so dense as to believe that all he needed to do to wash away his sins was to shower her in nice gifts, but he still felt like she had come from such luxuries and nice belongings that he ought to continue that on for her and perhaps find a physical token of his appreciation to give her. In between his usual patrols and hunts, he began to secretly gather a few materials here and there, stowing them away with his niece who had agreed to give him a bit of help in realizing his idea. She was far more skilled in crafting and creating than he was so even though he did do the bulk of the work, Avacyn did provide a bit of finesse that the gift needed at the end.

He finished his patrol and went to his niece's den, hopeful that the gift was finally ready, and indeed it was. He had brought her the last of the rabbit fur they needed to stitch together the final bit and with that the cloak was finally ready. He carefully folded the cloak and wrapped it with a piece of cloth to keep it a bit more of a surprise, tying it with a piece of twine to keep it bundled up, and then began following the mountain path to where he and Ikigai made their home. As he drew closer to their cave, he very quickly began to pick up on the aromas of cooking meats and his ears perked with a bit of surprise, the scarred man finding that he wasn't the only one with something to share with their mate tonight. Sure enough, as he approached he found Ikigai waiting for him with a delicious looking meal in full swing, his aqua gaze roaming over the spread with interest as a grin tugged at the corners of his lips around the twine that he was carrying his gift by. Setting the bundle down off to the side for a moment, he chuckled softly and came over to press a kiss to her forehead between the small horns that grew from her pale fur. "You've been busy," he commented with a small gesture to the meal she was preparing. "This looks and smells delicious."

"Deimos Medacium"