The roar of the storm at the mouth seems non existent to his ears despite the noise it gives. In this moment. standing before her with her words ringing in his ear like a echo that bounces around within the space. Seconds that seem like minutes. We. It is that single word that causes confusion, joy, and nervousness to be pumped through his veins at the aid of his pounding heart. With brows puzzled yet a light in those orange eyes, giving him away. An invitation, no matter the reward. To be included within something. The last one to had rested beside him was his mother, that left four years of loneliness, four years left pursuing more violent hobbies. For a second his feet demand retreat, to flee this hope of perhaps a better future. Yet it is the odd warmth within his chest that compels him to her, drives him. To please her, comfort her, be a friend to her.

          Then he is moving, coming aside her as close as he dare - which was far closer than he had done with any before. Her hairs tickle against his own as he lays. Her warmth seemingly finding him and wrapping itself like an indestructible cover. Despite his tense body, there is a silent sigh at the contact. Damp fur against damp fur. When he had ever thought he would have this simple and yet normal action? She is the first in this new world, new life, to receive the male instead of the monster. As his head is lain upon damp forelegs as he turns to let orange eyes find her warm dark ones. And for a moment there is a pull at his lips, a sensation that is new. For in his tense posture, for beneath those nerves, his heart is fluttering as if it cannot catch it's breath. There is a joy he had never found so far in this world. There was the joy of a fight, the joy of power, the joy of victory, the joy of a mothers love, the joy of hate and anger, but never a joy of this. Whatever this was.

          It is now he watches her, with such focus. It is in the focus that he watches her mimic his own position as her head comes to lay upon her own legs. Their noses are but inches apart and for a moment he is focused on that voided space as an odd feeling warms his chest but before he questions it orange eyes find her eyes again. As instead he whispers if this was alright, his cheeks seem to warm but all he can feel is the warmth from her breath reaching his face; that scarred face, against her own seemingly flawless one. And then she whispers that it was alright, this was alright. As a slight smile is given to her as his body seems shed before her, as muscles collapse and all the tightness leaves his body. Now that he knows that for the second time in his life his presence is wanted.

          He speaks of her title, as awe seeps through those gentled words. It cannot be helped, for to have a title on hold it was something that was to be in awe of. Though he knows not her reign, he does know that she is well accepted by her pack. He has but spent but a breath of time in her company, a sliver of what her family has and he feels that pull. She is not the cruelty he knows, the hate that his king had given him, she is something in this world that is so high above him, and this is his first taste at something of power with kindness. He asks her what they are called, her mountains. Watching as pride seems to pour from those warm depths. Her love of her home is something he has never had before but in this moment he soaks up what she is giving so that he can feel apart of it. Spirane.

          He watches as she smiles so softly, watches the way her eyes flutter and close. Listens to the way her breathing seems to deepen. For a moment he is in shock, staring at her with a peculiar look upon his face. She sleeps, beside him?.. To trust him, to be so content with him she allows for sleep to take her mind away and leave her body with him. But the longer he waits to see if this was some ruse does he realize that it is not, that she actually trusts him. There is a fleeting desire on the darker side of himself, yet before it even takes shape it is casted out by a overwhelming heat within his chest. Like a raging fire that is consuming everything within, yet it does not harm it is more soothing than ever. This was what Orra wanted for him, this feeling. As he smiles warmly before moving.

          He inches closer to her, as if to offer support. Allowing her a warm body to lay along. As if no seam separates them, her silver against his black. As his muzzle breaches that distance, as his nose rubs along her jaw and cheek whispering against the skin. "Sleep well Daenerys..." It is a soft request, as he takes one last fleeting moment of his touch upon her cheek before he pulls it away. Orange eyes settling upon the mouth of the cave as he watches the rain. The soft and deep sounds of her breathing, soothing him. As time flows. He will stay at her side this night, keep her safe while she sleeps at his side. Supply her with his warmth while she supplies him with more. In the morning he will part, knowing he would see her again soon. Be with her again, he first had to see his past before his future could begin. Perhaps Spirane was to become home..

Is this the end i feel?

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