Silvan rushed forward to meet his mate.
"Erishi," he breathed, "You're here." Unable to control the impulse, he leaned against her, offering his strength to her obviously tired body.
He looked at his future mate in concern. Her usually bright eyes were lackluster with exhaustion, and the tiredness was in her composure and her posture as well. He didn't note any serious injuries, but he knew battle could be emotionally draining as well.
"Why don't you come lay down," he purred softly in her ear, "And tell me what happened? I can go get us some antelope."
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Marim reached Acai in record time, purring happily to see that she was okay.
"Hello, love," he said, meeting her halfway.
He couldn't help but let his gaze stray behind her white coat for a moment--the warriors limping, blood staining the camp's ground. To get away from the horrific view, he buried his face in her soft shoulder fur. Her sweet scent filled his nostrils, and for a moment, Marim was able to forget that part of him had died with the two Fire Pride warriors that would never return. At least he had returned. At least he could still avenge them.
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