He offered her a half-smile, his ears sweeping forward. Even though they were discussing issues that would have never occurred in the past, standing among the trees with the blue-eyed dove felt as though he had stumbled back in time. It made him realize how much he had missed her. Lachesis had adapted in her absence, grown stronger and more confident, and knew that he was no longer the fragile boy she had fawned over. The roles, it seemed, were not reversed. Anastasia had always been softer, more timid, which was why he had been drawn to her in the first place. She was must calmer than the other feral wolves he’d encountered upon leaving the reserve.
Her words caused his chin to fall to the side, his brows narrowing gently. His smile, however, widened. Where do you feel most comfortable? Was there something in particular that interested her, or was she a jill-of-all-trades and wanted to be situated where she was going to be most needed? Anastasia had always wanted to do what was best for her packs; that had not changed during her time away. And for that he was thankful.
stick with those who stick with you