If Fate had a sense of humour, I'd say it was a twisted kind of funny. From the moment I was born I was doomed to be hated by the father of My Imprint. I was the first born son of his hated enemy... Offspring he deemed unworthy even to draw breath let alone take the care of his eldest daughter into my keeping.

I had gone to his Kingdom, lived beneath her reign, served him and fought tooth and claw to show him my Worth. I would like to think perhaps that Time has worn the old white Angel down some, and though he'll not ever admit it aloud, that in some part of that husk of a heart he has harbored a soft spot for me. But of course, that could only be speculated, and I'd never openly question him.

I hadn't spent much time as of late thinking of the white Angel King. I have been far too preoccupied hunting down run away children and then coming home to make up for precious time lost with my Imprint. It Was Winter, After all... and there was no place I'd rather spend it then in the ... intimate comforts... of my den, in the Cozy embrace of my Beloved.

And of course, that's where we've been. Holed up inside our Den for about a week solid now. But alas, even the sweetest dreams must come to an end, and with my body practically spent of all my masculine energy, today I have finally sobered enough to lazily make my way out of our den entrance, pausing just outside to squint my eyes against the glare of the sun and let out an enormous, and thoroughly satisfied, yawn. I stretch my massive legs, easing the stiffness from muscles worked sore from the last several days' activities, and glance across my shoulder into the depths of the den where I can just make out Reyja's face, soft with slumber. Her lips were curved into a beaming smile and it causes my heart to quicken again... knowing I have made her happy and sated.

Seeing her in such a state causes that familiar tingle to go zinging through my veins again, and I was just thinking that perhaps I had strength enough for just Onnnne more 'Roll in the snow', when a distant call echoes off the hillsides and distracts my thoughts.

Ear flicks and I glance towards the border, feeling at once excited, and slightly concerned. That was Heyel. But what had brought Heyel here to us? Had something gone wrong?

I slink down into the den, nudging Reyja and gifting her with an eskimo kiss to rouse her.

"My Love, it seems we have a visitor. Your father waits at our border... shall we go greet him?"

I await for her to stir, and when she is ready we go together. My gait is an easy trot, not wishing to let the length of my legs overshadow Reyja's more slight figure so that I overtake the jaunt and leave her behind. Only when Heyel comes into view do I break away from her side. moving forward on powerful chassis, I dip my crania to former Alpha.

"Heyel," I speak his name with a proud, fierce aire, feeling languid as a tiger, and baring a wide smile of the utmost satisfaction... perhaps even a little impish humor, at the fact that it was his daughter's attentions over the last several days that have left me in such a mood. "Welcome to Spirane, what brings you to our neck of the woods?"