He was glad his face was buried into her neck fur as when he heard her sobbing he had to fight back the urge to wrinkle his nose and clench his teeth in distaste. Once again he was reminded of how
soft she was, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth knowing that he would have to continue putting up with it. Wolves were meant to be strong willed and of sound mind, not overly soft and waiting to be rescued like a damsel in distress. But he had to use what he was given, and this was surely a gift indeed, if he played everything right.
Rochus barely had time to comprehend her jabbered words and school his outward emotions back to a façade of glee with a tinge of sadness as she suddenly pulled back from him. He also had no idea where their children were, but he had done his best to try and raise them to be strong and able to look out for themselves, so he could only assume wherever they were, they were taking charge of their lives.
"I haven't come across anyone else either, you're the first," he said in response, pulling his brows together and allowing his lips to form into a slight pout. It was a bit more difficult to pretend to be worried and sad compared to happy, but he was sure Amondi was too caught up to take any real notice.
"But I'm glad I found you," he rumbled out, reaching forward to nuzzle her muzzle with his.
He had caught wind of her heat scent upon burying his face into her fur, but it had been an internal struggle within himself to decide whether it was an opportune moment to start fresh and create their own legacy from the ground up, or focus on the now and spend the time to think things through and come up with a proper plan. Rochus was very conflicted on the matter, and even just being around her made it that bit more difficult to properly keep his mind level.
"I missed you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper as his golden gaze locked onto hers, pushing as much care and affection into his tone and body language as he possibly could.