*�.�ღ Hallelujah ღ�.�*

Thaddeus Rogue had been exhausted when his family had returned from the hunt, her lanky body sore. It had seemed that his brother had not forgotten Rogue's grate nose and put him in tracking duty, making Rogue run all over the territory looking for the best pray, and let him tell you, that could make any skinny male fall over himself to sleep. But he had first sought out with his eyes her figure, she still seemed to be in a small daze, and they had come to a silent arrangement about their sleeping arrangement, and no matter how much Thaddeus wanted to just snuggle up with his Ayala he was going to give her time, time enough to get comfortable with him and her own emotions. So he watched her lay her body down on the other side of the den from where he lay. He sighed as he watched her get settle, and then he himself lay his head on his paws and slowly drifted off to sleep.


As his mind slowly came out of the heaviness of sleep it was the smell that first assaulted him. He had always been able to pick out her scent but not this strongly. His eyes flew open, as he pulled her lovely smell into his nose more deeply, just marveling about how right it was. But it was not the fact that he could smell his mate what made his eyes go wide with wonder and love, it was the fact that she had found her way to his side, and had nudged herself into his haphazard legs and had pressed herself into his mane. She was still sound asleep, her black and white face losing the edge that was always present. He watched her in wonder, joy and rightness filling his heart, she was meant to be here with him, to be close to his heart, always; but it was like when Rogue was courting her, he had not wanted to push her too fast, so had bended to her wishes about them taking it slow.

Thaddeus Rogue pressed his face into the fur on the crown of her face, pulling more of her alluring scent into his nostrils, never becoming tired of her scent. He flexed his legs drawling her closer to him, wanting to mingle her fur into his and feel her heat melt into him. He was content to stay like that for however long it took Ayala to wake, even though the sun had already made it partway up into the sky. It would only be when she started to stir that he would lick her forehead and then whisper. "Morning, ma Lumi?re." He smiled tenderly at her, his eyes showing everything in his heart.