Alistair steals one more kiss before going to untie his own pack. The first thing out of his bag once they're indoors is Gru's stick; the mabari is so delighted to see it that he spins in circles like a puppy half his age. Soon enough he's settled into his bedroll in front of the hearth, gnawing contentedly at the thickest part of the branch.
(Alistair gives it four hours before he has to go find a replacement stick, to be honest.)
Smiling, he hooks a fingertip into the collar of Cullen's shirt, lightly tugging him toward the bedroom. "Shall we?"
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Alistair steals one more kiss before going to untie his own pack. The first thing out of his bag once they're indoors is Gru's stick; the mabari is so delighted to see it that he spins in circles like a puppy half his age. Soon enough he's settled into his bedroll in front of the hearth, gnawing contentedly at the thickest part of the branch.
(Alistair gives it four hours before he has to go find a replacement stick, to be honest.)
Smiling, he hooks a fingertip into the collar of Cullen's shirt, lightly tugging him toward the bedroom. "Shall we?"