The Start of Something

Fiametta returned his greeting nuzzle, bringing a flush of warmth to the young brute’s chest. Even simple affections like this that he was so used to felt exciting and new when with Fia. Whatever they decided they were from this point, friends or more, the Mendacium woman had made a lasting and irrevocable impression in his life. Walking her into his homelands, Fia expressed how tiring the journey between their packs was. A sentiment he understood all too well. Though no distance would be too far for him to travel to see her; he had long since decided that she was worth a thousand miles and more. "I know that feeling…" Stolas lamented with her with a gentle sigh. At least he knew she’d be sleeping well tonight. "C’mon, let’s get some food and get you settled in. I prepared our nicest guest den for you!"

It was still early on in the evening, twilight just starting to fall over the land, but it was the equivalent of morning for the nocturnal Klein prince. He knew his family was quite unorthodox when it came to their active hours, so Fia would likely be ready to head to bed sooner rather than later. That didn’t bother him, of course. Stolas was just happy she was here! Leading her down through the lush ravine, they first stopped at one of Ashen’s larders for the scarlet and ebony brute to collect two legs of venison for them, then led her out to one of the few spots in the ravine where the canopy was clear enough to see the twilight sky above. They could watch night fall and eat their meal. "So how’s your family? Anything new happen since I’ve been gone?" he asked her while settling in on the soft grass to eat, smiling over at his best friend.

"Fiametta & Stolas"