Everything from before seems so petty. For here, standing beneath the raging storm he is finding more than he had ever found in needless violence. The addiction he once had to hate and anger seems so far away as he bathes in something so powerful and yet serene. He gains nothing tangible, only memories as the water runs like tears down his face before dripping to the earth below. The clash of light and thunder like a melody as it ravages the skies. He feels alive, warm and whole. As if in some way this moment is solidifying his need for something more, something better. Though he cannot take the credit for this discovery. If it had not been for the one at his side he would have fled the storm, forever unknowing of the content he could have found. Daenerys. Her warmth is like a comforting blanket, holding him together. Ears flicker at a sound, one not made by the storm as he holds onto that word as if it will keep him standing. Always. And though he does not look to her, there in the dark he smiles into the sky; the first one without taint. Friends, always. As warmth floods his chest and his heart pounds like a drum.

          The earth trembles at the force of the storm and then he is there, chest to chest as he tells her they are no longer safe so open. His head tilted in so that he does not have to yell at her for her to hear. Orange eyes shifting, waiting to catch and hold her warm eyes. But it when she leans into him that he sighs heavily, unsure why the contact pleases him but too distracted by the storm and her safety to question this. As warm air rushes at the tuft at his ear and a shiver ripples along his back, the fur trembling in the aftermath. Cheeks slightly warm at the act, then she pulls back. As her nose touches the scarred cheek briefly, his eyes widen in shock. Yet he says nothing. For his mind is at loss. No one had ever touched his face before unless they were to add more unto the maimed surface. He knows she has seen them, maybe even felt them in that brief contact, what will she do when she learns of why they are there?

          In his inner workings he doesn't realize she has moved until the presence of her warmth shifts. Side by side as orange eyes look over to find her, unsure of what she is thinking in these moments but probably it was safer not to wonder such things. Another crack of lightning and then he forgets it all, once again focused on why he had interrupted her in the first place - the storm. And then they are moving, north - where the mountains stand tall. Their strides are matched, his own mimicking her at any shift in difference. So that they will not separate. The rain once soothing now stings due to the movement. Yet he does not falter, that isn't until they are no longer within the rivers keep and at the borders of a pack. A pack that holds a familiar warm and sweet scent, as they burst through that invisible barrier his eyes are on her. For it was her scent. She was a queen, a queen of the mountains and she was taking him home?

          There is a long branch of trust that he extends to her as she leads him further within. Orange eyes shifting nervously at the area, wondering if her pack lay in waiting for the return of their alpha, only to find her not alone. Nerves are twittering like misfired sparks within as he is unsure if he should continue or leave? No. He does not care she is an alpha despite his resistance to them, she is his friend and he will not leave her at this new information. It changes nothing, if anything the more he thinks about it the more he respects her and is proud that she has accepted his friendship. Always, no matter what may come, right? Hopefully she will remember that word when his past comes a knocking..

          As they breach the entrance of the cave ears perk at the sound of her laughter and for a moment he leans closer in as if to hear the mechanics of how it works, for her's was not choked. It was warm and free, as if itself had a life all it's own as it echoed through out the shelter. She rounds and he follows, stopping at the front as her swaying tail catches his eye and his own mimics with care. As she turns to look at him the unexpected shake causes him to jump slightly, warmth flooding his cheeks. Ashamed he had not anticipated that sooner. As he follows, vigorously shaking to remove all the excess water from his plush coat. Puddles soon form below his feet, ears catching her movement and he stills. Turning his head back to look at where she had gone. Finding her not far, lain upon the cave's floor as her eyes meet his and her words seem to drown out the storm just a few steps away.

          We? He gulps nervously, had he expected this too? We. Stay. Here. Together. Ummm.. For a moment he looks confused; brows puzzled, and then he looks pleased; a light in those orange eyes. Then of course the nerves. Never to be forgotten, but he manages to hold them at bay, not allowing his tongue to blurt out probably something embarrassing. He takes a cautious step towards her, pausing as if unsure before he swallows and makes his way to her. Coming around her, until he is at her side. Perhaps it is her earlier statement of warmth that makes him come so close. For he remembers her warmth still yet from the river. Before he can question himself further he lowers, belly to the floor as his side brushes against her's, legs extending so that his head may rest upon them. Slightly does his head turn so that he may look at her, a rush of heat in those cheeks as he whispers gruffly. "Is this alright?.. I can move?.." He does not want to make her uncomfortable, if she had not indeed sought his warmth like he did hers. Coughing slightly to clear his throat before he speaks again, more softly. "You are a queen.." There is a sense of awe in his words, "Your mountains, what are they called?" He had not yet learned all the names for all that Moladion held. And who better than to ask than the keeper?

          The silence that comes next is not heavy with tension, if anything he feels content. Proud of himself for not making too much of a blunder at the way things have turned so far. As orange eyes leave her, looking towards the entrance watching as the storm continues, ears alert as if ever so ready to hear her voice. His body slightly tensed until he sure of his place only then will he relax, to make sure she is happy, content at his side.

Is this the end i feel?

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