It had been a long and hard journey to Northfall, with many ups and downs at every turn. But they had made it safely, and he was able to see his friend again along with making a new one. He was however, ready to head back home. He missed the smell of their forests, the way the glacier gleamed in the sunlight in the deeper part of the Vale.

And most of all, he really missed his sister. N​ó​ttin couldn't wait to see her again, and catch up on anything that he had missed while they were away. The looming journey to find Freya still harbored his mind though, constantly reminding him that his job was not yet completed. There was more to be done, more mouths to feed and to protect. Yes, Freya and her children must be guided back home. It was absolutely imperative.

In the mean time, N​ó​ttin continued to get what rest he could while he still had the chance. His sable form layed in the den, snug as a bug, unaware that his love had left for a brief trip. The silence of the den was soon broken however, as her sweet voice entered his ears. Blue eyes slowly began to open, a small yawn releasing from his jaws. A curl then a big stretch to cap it off as he let his legs reach out before him.

A wholesome gaze looked up to meet her periwinkle eyes, a closed lipped smile forming as he gazed upon her. I thought I heard an angel. Good morning, my dove. His dark nose started to move, sniffing out something sweet and delicious as he began to turn and lay on his belly. Oh, did you bring breakfast? Thank you, love. It was a nice way to wake up, surrounded by the love of his life. Soon that would be how it always was, once their marriage was set in stone. He could hardly wait.