Kilandra

She was trotting through an unknown land, a strong, powerful brute at her side. They walked, fur nearly touching, tail brusing tail on occasion, an unspoken bond forming between them. She felt static heat course through her everytime his fur would touch her's or when he glanced up into her endless sea-green eyes. She felt a tingle work its way down her spine and it made her feel warm despite the bitter cold winds that kicked up snow around them.

Thesarios

He was happy, truely happy. Thesarios padded along through the cold snow, the bitter chill snapping at his skin, but he didn't feel any of it. Kilandra was with him, and he was too busy thinking about her to think about the cold.

"Kilandra," he began, but paused as he thought of the best was to put it, "I-I'd like you to stay with me, here...as...as my mate."

He stopped walking then, his eyes falling to the snow-covered ground. He was worried she might decline his offer, but he prayed she would stay.

Kilandra

At that moment she stopped too, a few paces ahead of him. He could not see it, but her jade eyes had widened and filled with an overwhelming joy and warmth that shook through her body and filled her blood with a fiery warmth. And then a shadow past across her eyes like a cloud across the sun. for just the briefest moment. She remembered Kahota and her pack, and the kindness he had shown her, despite of her oddity. She did not want to abandon them after what he had given her, but she did not want to leave Thesarios' side. Her heart was torn for a moment and she stood there in thought for a moment. She knew that he was fretting as he waited for her reply, but she had to besure of herself before she spoke.

She turned slowly, letting her eyes rise up to meet the beautiful depths of his pools. The shadow had lifted, and pure bliss filled the vibriant green of her sparkling jewels.

"Yes, Thesarios, I will be your mate. We will speak with Kahota, the alpha of my pack, and your's, and ask their blessing."

Her pale cream coat ruffled in the cold wind, the patches of black splashed upon it looking like shadows cast upon the moon's bright face. She stepped forward and nuzzled him tenderly, enjoying the feel of his thick pelt against her own.