RONIN
"As you wish," Ronin croons to his husband, adjusting the straps and ropes on the sled to make a makeshift harness, before he shifts properly into a luxere. Remi is right in that his balance will definitely improve, dig or no dig, and the bells around his antlers cheerfully jingle as he starts making his way along the riverbank to where the woods grow thicker and there will be better wood for collecting.
She would have, wouldn't she? he agrees, his mental voice soft, and the love that beams down their Attuned bond for once isn't so sharp with grief. She'd have wanted to climb on my back and pull at my antlers though. And no, I'm not letting you do that unless you really do intend for us to frolic in the trees...
She would have, wouldn't she? he agrees, his mental voice soft, and the love that beams down their Attuned bond for once isn't so sharp with grief. She'd have wanted to climb on my back and pull at my antlers though. And no, I'm not letting you do that unless you really do intend for us to frolic in the trees...
