Both of their roles during the epidemic had been difficult to the pair. Novel had fought for her life while her mate looked out for the pack and provided for her. She might not have made it had he not been there to look out for her.
He would guide her along, the two of them finding the frozen falls together. While she had become occupied by the ice formations Dutiron would focus on her. She would feel his gentle kiss, and her attention would find its way back to him. She felt a warmth within her that would defy the winter's cold. A blush would appear on her pale cheeks at his corny words, "But, although a clich?, it's not as beautiful as the sight before me now though." Her eyelashes would bat mischievously as again she pressed herself against him. A giggle would answer his flirtatious words, "What a charmer you are, Dutiron." She would push her head under his chin affectionately.
