Round Stone Crest You will kneel in pieces

She accepted his embrace, returned it even, and the anger that he had felt was now fully faded from his being. Outside forces may try and topple his kingdom, but they would never succeed. Not so long as he had them, Raela and Minka, the children. For them, he could be, would be indomitable. The man felt certain of it, and no longer suffered from feelings of overwhelment and doubt.

For a long moment, he simply held her, muzzle pressed firmly against her side. He listened to her heart beat calm, slowing into an easy tempo and in turn working its magic to further relax him. It was confidence that emanated from her, and he greedily fed upon it. If he could be Raela's rock, then he could be anything. It felt to him as sure and as solid as a law of nature that this was true, and so he believed in it fully.

As time passed, he found it difficult to talk his muscles into pulling away, but at last they did. The king drew back, looking the woman in the eyes, frost upon gold gilding. His optics searched hers, assuring himself that she was indeed alright, before he moved past her, brushing his side against hers a final time before leading the way back to the Crest's summit. This would need to be addressed with Minka, as well as the others, who would now hopefully have heeded his call and gathered at the communal den...