His Starfire. His love. His queen. His princess. She was all his and they no longer had to live by the laws of his parents. No longer by the fear of losing his beloved to the guards or even her own sister, Blackfire. They had the right to live their own lives, be mates. They could even have a family. Robin could certainly imagine having little pups running around, little copies of himself and Starfire. They would most likely have black speckled legs and some white spots along their small bodies. He could just see their little bodies, tumbling and having fun. He could see them squealing and chattering. Robin could also see himself and Starfire gazing on fondly as their pups grew into fine young adults. Possibly becoming leaders of a pack.. Good leaders. Not like his parents. Not corrupt with beliefs. They would raise them to believe in everyone, befriend as many wolves as they could. Make friends, live life to the fullest.

He really was getting way ahead of himself. For all he knew, Starfire didn't want children. However, her next comments proved that wrong. "Or maybe we could find somewhere warm and begin our journey of making of the home." she said, nuzzling into his chest fur. He gently rested husband chin upon her head and grinned, a big dopey grin full ignored love. His soft green eyes sparked with emotion, care for his princess. "If we are to make the home, should we not have the family?" Her question lingered in the air as he thought about what she said. So it was true. She wanted a family. By all means, he would be ready to have one with her whenever she wanted.

Her salmon coloured tongue brushed against his cheek as he looked at her, standing up and shaking the snow gingerly from his cinnamon coloured fur. A full on grin rested now upon his kissers as he bumped his shoulder into his dear lovers. "A home. For us to live and share. Of course, a den will do. We should get looking, in this cold I'm not sure how much any wolves are looking for a home." he let his voice soothe her, chuckling as he looked at her. "And you're quite right me dear. If your eyes ready for a family, then so am I," He nudged her to her toes and then began walking, leading her with his hip. His emerald coloured eyes gazed around, hopeful to find a place where they could rest their weary legs. His eyes suddenly locked on a den entrance, bouncing toward it and giving it a good sniff. No recent scents. No lingering wolves. This could be a good home. When he poked his headband inside, he found a good layer of moss on the ground. It was warmer inside than it was out in the cold. He turned hos head back to starfire, tilting his own cranium."How does this look, my dear?"