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His coat felt heavy with water and once more he tried to shake it out, relieving more of the weight and leaving him still damp. It might have been warmer here than toward the northeast where he had been making his temporary home but his thick coat was doubly helpful now in keeping him warm beneath the wet, though he was grateful his wait for a response was short. The answering howl came after seconds, and not even a minute or so later a mostly white wolf approached, bearing a colorful russet marking across her head, forepaw, and tail. One of the higher ups, he assumed. She was large and strong of build, reminiscent of a seasoned soldier, but through the scars he could see about her as she neared she seemed hardly that much older than him. Was that due to the war, perhaps?
Her greeting was cordial and carried a good-natured quality to it that he had not expected to find accompanied with a teasing smile. Repressing a shiver, the stoic male remained silent as she commented upon his swim and proceeded to ask about his intent, noting the lack of direct mention of the pack who called the island home as well as the russet and white woman's name. Without wasting time with formalities or bothering to tiptoe around the matter at hand, the grey wolf's answer was simple, direct, and to the point. "Alamea."
As if summoned by the mention if her name alone, the little wolf was there joining them, dwarfed by the obvious figure of authority who she bowed to and Rune himself, who she padded close to with a noticeable restraint to her actions. This was likely best; it was doubtful many knew of their relationship or what they were presently attempting to do. His tail wagged in a subdued fashion though the seriousness about his face softened considerably as he gazed back into Alamea's pink eyes. I'll get to see her all the time now, he reminded himself, and just a little he smiled her way. "I want to join Valhalla so I can be with her," he explained, wanting to make perfectly clear his intent. Drawing his frosty blue gaze from the future mother of his children, he looked Chrysanthe's way and added resolutely, "If you'll allow it."
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