There is a sense of completeness and wholeness that the big black dragga feels. A feeling he never knew that was even missing to begin with. Before Leilani had happened into his life, Navarre always imagined that his life was as complete as it would or could ever be. True something in his very essence caused him to wander instead of being content within his own home pack... but well, he felt like his grandfather's passing had something to do with it. None in his home pack understood him like the old gray wolf had. Like Navarre, others believed him to be cursed for the flecks of green that glittered in his left iris. He had been an outcast, ignored and all put abandoned until the old grizzled wolf had taken him under his wing and taught him all the skills he would need to survive the life of a nomad. Though the pack still recognized them as members, they were never invited to join pack hunts or other festivities and celebrations. Not even games meant to strengthen the pack bond. None of it. Only when duty demanded it did mother or father ever come to visit him and those days became fewer and farther between. When grandfather had died, well, Navarre never thought twice about leaving. But he told himself it was his choice... not the choice of the gods. But standing here now, with his beautiful mate tucked so perfectly into the crook of his neck, the steady thrum of her heart echoing into his own... he had to wonder if this was not the plan all along.

If wolves could pur, no doubt a strong hum would be rumbling from his chest in this moment as she leans into him a moment or two longer. She shakes her head to the rabbit he nosed to her and immediately worry set in the back recesses of his eyes. Was she sick? Did she not like the mountains? Was she unhappy here? Unhappy with him? Was she pregnant? That last one was perhaps a bit too hopeful and highly unlikely but well, he could not help but imagine the day when her belly would swell with his pups for there could never be another like her... another more perfect to mother his children as strange as the words sounded on his tongue.

As she continues, the worry continues to increase in his eyes and he reaches forward to nudge her cheek tenderly, pressing his warm skin against her own and debating if he needed to find the healer and at the very least get her a once over. He knew deep down that Leilani would not want him fussing over him like an overprotective mother goose, but well.. she was his everything and without her... well, he didnt want to even think of it. "Are you okay my love?" he asks, his husky tones almost timid. You're not unhappy here are you? Unhappy with me?" he asks, raven ears flickering with confusion....