Soothing waters, soothing company

The pale wolf hovered over his prostrate and motionless mate, heavy breaths through his nose disturbing the fur of Tahlia's neck. His remaining eye finally opened and his tightened fangs loosened from the base of her throat. Bane looked down at his mate for a moment, a lick administered along her jawline before she brought her head underneath his chin. Satisfaction was all he felt now, even as she brushed a paw against his chest the aged rogue was thankful for their time alone and that a pup hadn't wandered across them. It had been wonderful to bond again intimately, to simply relax in one another's presence especially after the exhaustive first few weeks of rearing pups. Tahlia looked pleased as could be, a huff leaving the wolf as he let a nuzzle of his trace over her forehead to the tip of her nose. She had indeed lost the flower, Bane looking back at the scattered blue petals trailing down the rise.

"I'll get you a new one." He murmured into an ear, a smile creasing his muzzle at the laughter of his mate. A paw touched his shoulder and Bane looked to the side at the Talutah scar he wore. Mixed emotions were all he felt when she inquired as to it's origin. "From my old pack... from my adoptive father..." The pale wolf mumbled as he stepped over his mate to lay on his side. The leafy earth felt good, a lazy nosing of Tahlia's cheek followed by a lick. He couldn't help but feel after all the bad things to happen in his life, that Tahlia and had to be the best thing to ever cross his path.