the last thing i'd do is forget about you, baby

The man's favorite place in all of Alacritia- the Col. Where him and his beloved first met and fell asleep side by side. Oh- that was the best day of his life. She was his star, his queen. And the boy would forever bow to her, no matter she was a queen or not. She was still his wife. And just because he didn't become a king, or a father, he still had her. That was all the man needed. Besides, it was possible the pair could try for pups again! Maybe they're life as one started a bit rough...but he knew things would get better. Although...the thrill of Six being near him again was just so hard to let go. No pups, saddening, but his love was here again! Alive! The man just wanted to embrace her and never let go. But of coarse she needed to collect herself first. Then he could let her rest on his shoulder and breathe on his neck gently with the warm breath of hers. To look at him and smile with those beautiful purple gems yet again. Oh how the man was excited. He loved her so much- and he just couldn't believe she was alive. Hopefully this wasn't a long, horrific dream, and at any moment he'd wake up curled up in a den. Alone.

As he thought about Six and the way she looked at him on the mount, the boy climbed the Col, smiling as snow fluttered down and kissed his soft obsidian fur. The snow was much lighter than last time he had come here, and the view of the star-littered sky above was just overwhelming. Aldoro was trying to find the spot he found Six curled into a ball that one night. But of coarse it would take forever to locate the exact place. Maybe he'd just rest somewhere at least slightly close to spot. Then he could just relax and think about what would take place in the future. Or how he would help Six collect herself. Sighing, the massive behemoth shook his head softly and allowed a light amount of snow to tumble of his head, then he would continuing climbing the dangerous terrain. He could feel his large paws gradually beginning to numb up as snow and ice clung to his toes. But instead of complaining or groaning, he ignored it. What was the point? Over time the man had grown stronger and regained maturity. No more being a doormat.

The snow quickly ceased, and it caused the remainder of the snow on his back to melt through his ebony fur. Aldoro shuttered softly and noticed his breath was beginning to fade away quickly. The air pressure was decreasing, and finally, he decided he had climbed high enough. The masculine brute slowly lowered onto the ground and crossed his forearms across his chest. He lifted his chin and attempted to detect another soul's aroma- but smelt nothing, and relaxed his spine. Finally at peace. But the man kinda did hope his goddess would creep up behind him and soon rest beside him.