don't go chasing waterfalls

Things were going surprisingly well with Kotori gone. It seemed that Asla was a natural leader. The pack was thriving, the members were flourishing, the numbers were growing. The blonde fae was proud of the work that she'd put it. She would be both happy and sad when her younger brother returned from his wandering. Giving up everything that she was working towards... it would be like giving up her Reaper position once again. The feelings that this thought brought about weren't happy ones and so, when she found Indigo laying beside the falls, she was in a funk as well.

Without a word, the tiny, blonde and grey fae moved forward and curled up against the massive man's side her own chin resting on one outstretched foreleg. This was one thing that could never feel off or wrong. Being together finally. Indigo was the other half of her soul, the key to her heart. Without him, she was less than a wolf. She was empty.

Curling her neck to the side, Asla buried her muzzle in Indigo's purple mane for a moment, just enjoying the feel of him; the scent of him. Then she sighed and pushed off of the ground, forcing her small frame under his resting head and depositing herself against his chest. She just needed a hug and, by the looks of him, he needed one too.

"Aslatiel Indarra"