He could not begin to express the simple comfort of having her near. Her scent, her gait, her voice…hell everything that was she far exceeded memory and he was grateful. Her heat radiated from her bodice, a lovely picture of feminine beauty despite the obvious harshness of life, and he could not truly tear his ice dipped eyes from it. She was gorgeous. She would forever be so and he loved her more with each careful step they took for he would be a fool not to noticed how slow she went because of him. A part of him wants to put forth more energy, to liven his steps yet he could not. His body was far past exhaustion and had Seraphina not been there he surely would have fallen by now. So, he contented himself with their shared touches. It seemed that they could not stop their selves from sharing in tiny embraces. His tongue even now slipping out to play in the fur on her neck before brushing his shoulder up against her in affection.

He had scented the salt upon the air a ways back, had knew that they were fast approaching her pack, yet it never occurred to him how soon they would reach the border until they had already crossed it. Alarm bells sounded within his mind. He should not be there. At least that was the initial reaction until she spoke, her rough voice soothing over is loner instincts and causing his muscles to relax. His tail too, begins to wag as he closes the gap between them to allow his eyes to drown within her own. ”My home is where ever you are my love. I shall lie wherever you deem fit.” The words are spoken low yet he holds her gaze to imply the deep heart felt meaning that laced them. He would follow her to the ends of the world and apparently to the ocean as well.

So enthralled with his mate, for she was HIS whether she knew it or not, he almost missed the approach of another. Almost being the operative word here as he automatically positions himself between Sera and the newcomer. This new wolf held the same scent that clung to Sera’s pelt which revealed him to be pack yet that meant little to Raven. To him this was a new wolf and a new wolf could potentially be a threat especially in his weakened state. Pale eyes narrow even as the alpha makes his position known. This is winter and this was another male near Seraphina. Alpha or exhaustion be damned if the flecked male touches Seraphina he would fly into a rage. A new, different, type of energy floods the brindled body of Raven as he regards the Alpha, ears twitching as he takes in the knowledge given. It seemed that the woman who swept in and took his heart had a sibling, Haziel. He would remember this for future knowledge.

A few seconds are given to see if Sera would indeed eat the vole as he would not move toward it. She was weak. She was thin. She needed the food more than he did. At least that is what he told himself. Truth be told he was in a far worse state that she yet he would die before he took food out of her mouth. If she did not grab the rodent and take at least one bite he would turn his head to stare at her before telling her to take it. If she did proceed to eat Raven would keep his focus on the speckled male before them, always keeping one ear on Sera the whole time.
”I am hers.” The words are firm yet respectful as Raven regards the male for a moment before continuing. ”I was nothing before that and now she embodies everything that I am. You say you are the Fortitude of this land yet you offer not a name. Is it a custom here to request another’s name without first giving your own?” Raven knew his heritage was a rich one, his bloodline dating back to the olden days with his grandparents being the first alpha pair of Spirane. Manners ran deep and was highly regarded. It was something his father Silvertongue did instill in him yet he did not see the point in divulging such information. Instead he sought to understand the alpha, to see his temperament, and to gauge his response.