Make It Better

The morning was cool, and perfect for a quick hunt. Many thoughts had been worrying him as of late, although the night he and Ash truly showed their love to one another remained in his mind. It was perfect, their confessions made to each other and no longer hidden. His heart swelled at the thought, and he only wanted to hurry and return to her side and cuddle up with her. But first...food. The scent of a rabbit caught his attention, and immediately he would seek it out. Pawsteps falling lightly on the ground as his pelt blended in with the surroundings of the dulling background. Blue eyes trained themselves through the foliage, keeping look out for any sign of movement. It did not take long for him to locate it, the faintest visual of a brown hare moving underneath a bush, its back turned to him as it busily chewed on the remnants of the last green grasses. Quietly he slunk forward, somewhat like a cat though...less graceful. Fortunately, the hare was too focused on it's last meal before it even detected him. However, it was too late. He closed the distance, the hare barely making a scrape in the ground before he was upon it, teeth clamping upon it's spine and breaking it before it could scream. Satisfied with the prey, he turned to make his trek back home.

As he neared their den, he heard Ashtoreth's familiar voice in the air, his stride picking up pace then as he noted the worry within her call. His heart hammered in his chest, the hare dangled from his jaws as it swung with his movements. Was she okay? Was she safe? Oh god, how he worried about her. Though he knew it wasn't a bad thing, it only meant that he cared deeply for her. He approached quietly, his paw steps falling gently on the ground despite his hurried pace. He reached their den at last, though the direction from which he came was above the three rocks that made their den. He gazed warmly at his mate, tail wagging to see that she was okay before he hopped down. The hare was placed upon the ground as he leaned forward to nuzzle her neck, her intoxicating scent warming his heart and soul as he gently kissed her cheek. "I've brought you breakfast, love."

He murmured gently, trying to ease the worry that always seemed to plague her. She always seemed to be worrying about something, and he hoped that he was able to counterbalance it with his own personality. He was a calm individual, always able to keep his cool, as well as a level head about situations. Though when it came to her, he couldn't help but worry. She was his everything, it was hard not to worry. Though right now, he couldn't help but wonder what it was that was upon her mind.