Ragnarok wasn’t sure what had occurred that day. It felt like it was ages ago, not because it was not really but because of how different things had become in the short time since that day. He had only just been told, right before the older wolf had come forward stating that she was free to go and encouraging them to have pups together before sauntering off looking just as broken as Ragnarok had felt when he had been told the news. He didn’t understand the male. Was he not willing to deal with her being parted in two ways? He had since learned the brute, Neirin, had long since knew about him perhaps in that time he saw the conflicted feelings that Ragnarok was blind too, perhaps he had more time to think about it and Ragnarok was grateful for him though confused and a little conflicted. Time went on though, and he soon put it behind him and it seemed though it hurt Church to be cut loose she seemed to be recovering as well.

They had begun spending nearly all their time together and she seemed closer to him than ever, no longer holding back her feelings and their closeness like perhaps she had before. He knew why now, before he just thought it was they were strangers and he didn’t press it but now everything just was so golden. His little light glowed more than ever and in more than one way as of late. A night of close love and passion something he never thought he would experience in his whole life. He didn’t know what more had come of that day but she just seemed to put off such a wonderful aura that he knew she was happy.

He was away from the den right now, finding some of the snowshoe hares that peppered the mountain. They were hard to catch and fast but their flesh was tender and delicious and made for a good meal. He just wanted to provide for her, perhaps his own instincts to provide for his mate and potential children that might have come of their originally play. He surprised his quarry to catch them, able to grab them and kill them cleanly with large jaws. While a hare was but a snack to him his mate he was certain would appreciate his gifts. He always was such but the drive to do so was stronger now. Be it the bond that spurred him or simply instinct he wasn’t certain but he didn’t go back to the peak where his parents den had sat for some time later and he had three hares in maw.

His long slightly brindled legs carried him back towards the den pausing as he saw the pelts that normally sat within the den strewn about the rocks about and in the sunlight. Arching an eyebrow and immensely curious the younger male approached dropping the hares at the entrance before ducking his head and going into the depths of the den himself. It was dusty beyond belief and he wasn’t’ sure what was going on. He could hear claws on dirt eyes finally finding his little light digging quite furiously towards the back of the den.

Ragnarok was clueless to why she felt the den needed expanded more than already it did, just as much as he supposed he couldn’t explain his drive to bring her all the food she could possibly eat. ”Church, little light, what are you doing?” He asked blinking obviously bewildered.