Skirting the borders, he waited. Hidden in the shadows, he knew she would come. The white fae who had stolen more than just his time. It wouldn't be long before her striking silhouette would appear on the horizon. Subtle hints of the impending spring were already upon them. Heavy rains chipped away at the snow, turning it to slush. Sunshine graced their backs, already warming their bones in preparation. Heat, and cloudless days weren't the only things to look forward to after winter, and that was precisely why he was on the outskirts of Cut Rock River. It was the very same reason he was so sure that she would seek him out.
It seemed as though a lifetime had passed since he first pulled her lifeless body into his den. The thought that he would be here now, about to embark on a journey with the pale female never even crossed his mind back then. In the beginning, there was nothing. No spark, nor kind words exchanged. He merely fixed her up, left her enough food to get her through, and waited for her to leave. It wasn't a love story, there was no romance, or late nights spent under the stars. Things were different for the pair, but maybe that fit. Conventional wasn't really in his vocabulary, and he had a feeling it wasn't in hers.
In fact, he wouldn't be standing here today, or awaiting her presence if it hadn't been for that dream. It was all he could think about for days. Whether it was mere interest, or something more, the silver male couldn't say. However, it bothered him enough to track her down. If he hadn't been there to see her fall through the ice... Just the thought sent a shiver down his spine. Shaking it away, he focused on the anxious tingle rolling through his paws. Spring truly was coming.