Kyon POV
FOUR DAYS LATER
Beside a sparkling river far to the north of the secret place claimed by him and Azandra, Kyon lay down, fatigued for the first time since the invasion of the Crimsontail Shadows Pack territory. His nose, paws, and tail sank into the soft earth of the riverbank. The yellowhammer birds chirped in the trees, and the fading afternoon light made the forest deeper and more mysterious.
Azandra stretched out beside him, lying against each other from nose to tail, her front paw dipping in the cool water, her ears relaxed and her tail fanning out behind her.
If he weren’t in dire need of a nap, he’d sniff her tail and nuzzle her all over. After his nap, he decided. Even journeying into the unknown, with the prospect of disappearance or imprisonment hanging over his mate and him, he felt a sense of peace.