His world had been bliss the last few days. The center of his world had shifted the day he met Haven and learned she was his imprint and it felt like finally the rest of him had caught up to that. He felt completed now, cliché as it sounded it was true. She was everything he would ever want and need. Though not everything was exactly picture perfect. Naturally the two young love birds were determined to spend every second of every day together. They ran, played, caught fireflies, and watched the sunset in a montage of romantic comedy ways, and while they were blissful they were ever on the run from Haven’s older brother. It seemed he was determined to see their budding relationship come to an end, and Hollowpoint wasn’t sure if it was particularly him Tali had an issue with or if he would dislike anyone Haven showed interest in. Either way the pair always kept one leap ahead of the hot-tempered man, one swing ahead of the sword as it were and so far were being mostly successful.

Every night, only after he was sure Taliesin had gone to bed, Hollowpoint would sneak into Haven’s den like a modern day Romeo. Curling up beside her was by far the most enjoyable thing he had ever done. She was so much smaller that his dark form easily encompassed her own, his slender head atop his small paws with his nose just brushing her own. Like hormonal teenagers they were always touching one another, never getting enough, as if somehow it would make up for lost time of not having touch each other before. It was pure heaven. Waking up to her had been something new, and he found that every morning when his ice and golden eyes fluttered open and focused on her his heart still gave a soft flutter. This morning however he was out cold and had no desire to even crack his lids open, even when he could feel Haven shifting against him accompanied by her corresponding grumble. In retaliation he nuzzled beneath the crook of her jaw, burying his white masked head beneath her own to effectively block out any and all sunlight that poured in the den’s entrance.

With a twitch of a small, dark ear he barely has time to register some triumphant call outside before Haven is up and moving, shouting even, with her small paws stepping all over his face and chest as he attempts to roll out of her way. Luckily she was so small and light compared to him there was no real damage done except a particularly rude awakening. Only once she moves toward the outside does he roll back to his feet, jaws opening in a gaping yawn before he shakes his dark head and attempts to follow her outside with bleary eyes. Still half asleep he rams his shoulder into the side of the den, giving a soft ‘oof’ before making it out into the light. “There was a fight?” he asked, his voice an impressive mix of confusion and sleepiness. Leave it to him to sleep through the whole thing, but at least he was saved the apprehension and nerve filled waiting.

He wasn’t too surprised that she didn’t respond and instead took off into the trees and toward where the call had come from. With a sigh he was off after her, his long legs just fast enough to keep her in view as they wove through the trees but he didn’t even try to catch up with her. He made it to the clearing a few moments later than she, just soon enough to see her speaking excitedly to her sister before moving away suddenly. Carefully he wove his way toward her, bumping shoulders and muttering apologies in regards to stepped on paws until he was finally beside her cream form. With little ado he licked her cheek and nuzzled her cheek before sitting and leaning against her softly. “How was your sister? Glad to know everything’s taken care of…” he says with a rather content voice, trailing off as his eyes scanned the crowd and caught sight of a pair of emerald eyes boring into him, attached to an imposing figure of reddish brown.

If looks could kill there was no doubt in his mind that he would be six feet under by now. Tossing Taliesin a nervous smile he attempted to duck down behind Haven, a rather ridiculous idea considering how much taller he was than her but a man could dream. All he could do not was pray that her brother hadn’t seen his public display of affection and if he had perhaps he would think twice about castrating him in front of a crowd.