
The god walked up to the den as if he knew it like the back of his hand, which he supposed at this point he did. His eyes didn't leave the fair coloured man as he approached, bicoloured eyes watching the blind wolf with a sense of ease. It was habit that he invaded the space of the swan, his head gently butting the side of the exhausted beauty.
You're too kind,he uttered as he pushed his way into the den, leaving the roaring winds behind him. It seemed like it was just the pair of them today, and for a time it was a feeling the male relished in.
His body dropped into a relaxed seat on the nest that Cupid had made, awaiting the company of his so called swan with a lifted leg welcoming the blind man. He wouldn't ruin the moment yet, he just wanted a moment of normalcy, Was that being too selfish?