@sintaliawritesagain Ash rarely had any personal wants or urges, but perhaps the further he was away from the coven, the truce, the leaders, the responsibility, the everything, the more time he had to maul over it. Margot only being recently brought to them in Norway from a trusted friend, feeling that the absolute worst having to run and leave her behind. She was still so small, running straight into their arms the moment she could sense them near, no lack of sloppy kisses. Part of him wanted to give her and the family that extra protection and addition to the fluffy count, but part of him just cried and clawed at the rush of memories it brought hearing about this ex army dog brought into the shelter.
"You didn't have to come with me," Ashton glanced over at Morri as he drove, the shelter quite a fair distance away from their secluded home. "Just itching for a day out?"
