Patience came easy while the Queen helped herself to the kill, eyes half lidded as shoulders relaxed, one hind leg cocked as he rested his weight. It was an unspoken trust between the pair of them that he allowed himself such a casual state, ears forward and eyes bright, always on the leader, but not so fearful to guard himself against her. He was a dragon, but she was the sky. Something panged in his heart again, a slow smile curling across his muzzle as he dipped his head down, wishing to keep such fondness to himself. Wouldn’t do for other pack members to think him growing soft.

“Hearthwood River will rise,” he agreed, voice rough with unbidden emotion, and busied himself with the remains of the rabbit. While Kisla had taken the tastiest pieces, she was meant to – that was her boon as alpha, something she had rightfully earned. But a benevolent wolf was she, and hearty morsels were left for her subordinate, which he made quick work of while she cleaned her snout. When he lifted his head, his single eye sparkled like the golden sun against a dark night sky, and allowed himself a chuff.

Even without a title, he would serve this woman to the best of his ability. With a title, he could do even more. “Aye, tha’ Ah will,” he agreed softly, licking his lips before tilting his head upwards, bumping the ridge of his muzzle against her jawbone in a small display of submission. Of partnership. They were see the return of the River wolves.

“For Hearthwood River.”

Fade.