They had been walking for days, since he had discovered her far across the savannah, but at least moving in a straight line meant the weeks of travail were cut down to days. They hunted together, him showing her a few tricks from his pride, slept together and watered together, for he wouldn't let her too far from his sight, in case she changed her mind and tried to go back out into the wide open plains without him.
They had slowly climbed upwards and a few days ago they caught their first scent of the salty ocean air. Now, they were closing in on the boarder to his homeland, the salty tang was strong and the wind fresh as they climbed the sloping rise, sandy soil giving way to rocky ground beneath their paws. Lucivar couldn't help the swell of joy he felt as they got closer. He longed to show off his pride to Brìghde, and to show her off to his friends, though he knew Erlendr would think him crazy and Lennart would probably agree. For an unwilling, spitfire like Brìghde was hardly the ideal Thrall, but Lucivar did not regret his choice.
Pausing on the rocky trail he looked back at her, blue eyes alight with excitement at arriving back home, and with her at his side. "Welcome to the Myrsky Syntynyt." He smiled, tail flicking with his pleasure. Hopefully she would love the high, rugged cliffs and storm-tossed seas as much as he did, but for now he would settle for her coming along peacefully.
