There was something blissful in the way we were together. I found him when I thought all was lost, and Mortz coming back had taken me by surprise. Though, when I left I did not scent him following me or making any move toward me. Perhaps, in a way, Mortz knew I was always going to be drawn to the wolf who was made for me. I was bound to them, and this time it seemed as though they sent me the perfect candidate for the job of Dove's soul. I enjoy this new name, there is something most pleasing about matching a Bird for his name. After all, are we not made from the same rough fabric? True, our weave and colors may differ, but this does not mean we do not know suffering intimately.

His voice finds my form relaxing, white ears forever tipped toward the pleasing neutral tones of his voice. All of it was worth it. After finding me. I feel the bond take hold of my heart then, making the delicate organ lurch against its ties within my chest. I know he means he will not leave, I know now that fate has saved me from my life of lonely living. The wind rushed through the room, curling in my dense coat and wafting our scents together in a lavender and rose dance as if the goddess herself agreed with my thoughts. I cannot help my actions next. His voice once again washing over the sensitive drums of my ear, beating out their soothing rhythm as I feel my paws making me move closer to him.

Once again, I find a smile upon my lips. "Bird, I have a confession to make." My white pelt catches the soft light of the sun shining through the hole in the ceiling, doll-like form only a few inches from his. "I am lost..." I move a step closer to him, my actions submissive in nature, though I retain my own stance before him. I scoot my hips behind me, spinning to sit between his paws as I look over our quarters for the storm. "For you, the moment our eyes met, I knew what would happen. I had not anticipated the order, nor the sudden fullness, but I am glad it has led us together."

I smile up at him, dark purple gaze meeting the gold of his own eyes, green slivers visible with our proximity. My muzzle runs along the length of his lips, and affectionate nuzzle meant to solidify whatever need to touch him this was. I was obsessed with the feel of his chest on my back, the security of knowing he was there. I felt choked by the overwhelming need to be closer to him, and elated at the same time, the result of which had a keening whimper leave my throat as I lowered my head and snuggled tighter against him. It was a silent request for him to sit, to hold me as we had before. I enjoyed that feeling, knowing he was there, feeling him around me. I may be taller than him, but I am built slimmer than he is, and the size difference evened out when I sat like this. He even got a convenient head rest when we sat like this.

I felt the bond shimmer between us, like a tangible thing wrapping and snaking between our bodies in a shifting light of white and steel. Oh, I could stay this way forever, feeling the waves of comfort from him, washing in the feeling of being fully alive once again. I hadn't realized how much I craved this, how much a broken soul missed being whole. And to find a wolf on the other side of myself who was absolutely everything I could ever want or need in a wolf...well...this was even more stunning and wonderful. It was great in its own right, and familiar in ways it never had been before, or could be after. I never wanted to lose sight of him, never wanted to leave him. But, this would take time. For now, I wish to spend the sudden blizzard with my soul mate.

woman; eight; adored by Mockingbird; loved by Mortz; mother to {Novel, Rune, Story *xMortz, & ___ *xMockingbird}