As they strolled Namid couldn’t help but puff up a bit as they finally pushed past the border of the once active pack land. She’d been through this area a few times since their disbandment, which was how she knew of where she was going, but each time sent a tiny, selfish, dominant thrill through her. To know that the Cove had survived while their enemy had fallen. Before she might have felt bad for having such thoughts, but she had been the matriarch of these lands for almost a year and it had changed her in ways she had never thought she would. She was tougher, more resilient, less of a push-over, but at the same time she was more loyal, more caring, and more appreciative of what she had. They had always joked that Fallen Tree Cove was a rescue center for the broken, both mentally and physically, but truly it wasn’t a joke at all. They took in the ones that no one else seemed to want, gave them a home and a family, and while it wasn’t for everyone she had met many wonderful wolves in that time.
Her auds swiveled to catch her husband’s words of assurance that they would come and it did sooth her to an extent. The pale queen’s lips turned up at the corners and she turned to press her nose to the spot between his jaw bone and his neck. “Of course, I would be stupid to think otherwise.” she murmured. If everything went as planned their hold on the lake would only be more secured, and with that a little more spring was put in her step. Her mismatched gaze narrowed and her smile turned coy, slipping forward to rub herself beneath her mate’s chest taking extra care to exploit the perfume that currently permeated her pelt. Turning quickly she placed a nip against his throat, then in a flash of pale fur she was bounding forward ensuing the game of chase that nearly mirrored their dance the year before. The pair slipped past the bit of remaining trees that scoured the landscape, escaping further into the once forbidden land, taking gleeful care as they skipped over the rocky terrain. Then, suddenly, it was as if she had vanished. A quick incline into the earth was their new trail, practically hidden to any from above until they were right on it. It led them down, down, down, the stone smoothing out until it was almost vaguely slippery but the Cove wolves were no stranger to such conditions. Finally, it leveled out to a ring that surrounded a glittering pool, illuminated by the light that filtered in like sunbeams by the moon above them. Truly it was enchanting, and it seemed that they had found a trend in starting new life at the water’s edge. It seemed fitting, however, as their lives themselves revolved around the substance anyhow.
She stopped, turning and bowing playfully with her tail waving happily in the air behind her. The ‘underground sea’ churned, the light bouncing off the walls and off her pelt gathering a glow from the fibers. A low chuff escaped her maw to her king, asking him to join her in a tango.