Life Among The Dead

They had walked back to the island quietly, and that was fine by him. They seemed to communicate well on a level of silence. At least in these very moments. They made it back to her den, Mariah lighting a fire to draw light and warmth from within. Cerberus glanced around briefly in the room, but quickly made a gentle pace to Mariah's bed of furs, how very subtle. When she turned he would either be in the process of laying down or waiting for her gaze to turn back towards his. Raising a paw to invite her, much like the gentleman he was. He wouldn't ask any more of her, wouldn't ask. But he was ready to share what more of the night they had left together. Until he came back again, for her. He was a simple man really. What many would have thought was orthodox of the situation was not to him. Mariah was someone he cared about, they shared a part of themselves with each other. He may have grown protective of her, but he wouldn't be here in her life to tie her down. He just hoped that whenever she needed someone to talk to, to lean on, to understand her, that she would know he was there for her.

"Cerberus Kline"