What is dead may never truly die

The pale fur of his mate's throat was no match for his tongue, weight shifting to lay upon the she-wolf. Tahlia's paws loosely trapped between their chests. Which was fine for Bane, help get them out of the way as he trailed an unceasing amount of kisses all over her neck. Tahlia murmured something, Bane far to focused upon distracting her with the love she had gone without. Pinned ears however began to catch on to the way her breathing had shifted, the paws the wound up to rove through the restored winter grey fur of his chest. "Tell me what you want of me." Bane breathed against the side of her jaw.

The wolf stopped his treatment before she could answer as he remained hovering over her. A smile creased his muzzle, his nose touching hers before drawing away to make his way towards the river. A thought had formed. One she'd appreciate, even as his paws drew himself though the riverside grass and into the water to stand unmoving in the shallows he knew Tahlia would enjoy it. If she could gather herself up before he returned, a glance given to the low grass she was hidden by. Out of the corner of his vision he saw it, a rainbow trout. Eager jaws lunged forward, fangs piercing it's scaly hide as he snapped to up. Bane moved up onto the shore and through the riverside grass with purpose, the corners of his maw upturned in a smile. Years ago, when he had approached her to be his, Tahlia had been fishing. She had been unsuccessful, however gaining herself a mate. Now they were together again. Bane had gained back his Tahlia. Practically beaming, the old wolf presented his mate with a fish. A minor gesture. But one he hoped she would understand and appreciate even if it's complicated message wasn't realized.