I sang my princess fast asleep

Day would find its way to the newly joined pairs, but it would not be the light of day that would awaken him. The sound of Twig would be soft against the air, pulling him from his slumber until belary eyes would blink open and find her form. A smile would beign to form, slow at first until it blossemed across his face. All that had happened the night before flooded back to memory and his eyes sparkled with the rememberance. Sweet Twig, sweet and beautiful Twig was his ? more then that, the smiles that came to her expressions was brighter then any other he had seen before as he had once vowed to himself, it was he who had put it there.



?I could get use to this ? waking to the face of an angel? he teased her as he pressed a lick against the muzzle that had nuzzled against his neck. He would stretch out all four paws and a yawn would cross his face as he brought himself back to life. He felt utterly content, if perhaps a touch more tight then a nights rest should bring to him. His eyes would cast about to their surroundings before returning to her face. ?Are you ready to return to Valhalla my dear?? he would ask her gently, easger to bring thise news back home but weary that it might remind her of all that she had lost.

"Twig speech"
"Alpine speech"