He hadn't let go of Ember's hand, as if she was the true link of reality that he had when everything else seemed to go to shit. His life was turned around, inverted, chewed up and spat out, but for some odd reason, Khaden didn't mind it all too entirely much. Perhaps he had found the essence that many men fight and died for, and she was standing there beside him. They had discussed it throughly, including options of being lone wolves, but they knew despite their experiences of love and knowing that they truly desired this - a pack would be the best option and especially because the both of them knew of Laurel.
Taking a deep breath of air, Khaden looked to his new mate for assurance, nodding at her for her own approval of the situation before he lifted his head up and howled his introduction. His voice rang out, clear and evident of what he wished to do. Esper Hollow would be their new refuge, their new home, if they would accept them. Squeezing onto Ember's paw, he suddenly knew, it was all going to be okay.
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