Make me forget

He'd leave his little Shaye in the care of her aunt and cousins before making his way back to the den. He still found himself thinking too often of Gwena and the love he'd shared with her. Having time on his own to think had been the best medicine. Slowly he was growing more confident and sure of his choice to follow Shaye back to the place of her birth. He was more sure of his decision than he ever thought he'd be, but there was one thought he'd still yet to explore.

Motif was standing outside the den as he approached, she seemed lost as she sat at the entrance, had she been waiting for him long? "Motif, are you alright" He'd ask as his tall form drew more near to her. After their talk before coming here he was still hesitant to touch the woman, but he knew that if he allowed himself his affection for her would have no bounds. Was he ready to make a commitment like that yet?