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With a bit of a blush, she continued her way to the garden, leaning against the ever reliable wolf that protected her for the weeks of their journey here.

He opened his sleepy eyes and – like the few times before already – curled around her to keep her warm. It was almost a bit of a ritual by that time.

This time, she did not want to sleep immediately, though…

“Njall?” she whispered.

An acknowledging rumble came from the mountain next to her.

“You know how Samil let me stay because I can bear cubs for him, right?”

A much more growly rumble came from him, and his tail rolled closer to her, protective. It was rather cute.

“… well… what… what would you say if I wanted you to be the father of thee cu-”

CRACK.

Thud

“AHAHAAAHAHAHAAAHHAHAHA!”

The laughing fit continued about twenty meters away from them, a person and a branch laying on the floor, rolling about in case of the former.

Gabe found herself a little deeper buried in the mountain of a wolf, which rumbled at the intruder.

“ahahah… aahaha… ha… aaaah… outch… ah. Sorry. Sorry, don’t feel too interrupted. Sorry. I go to bed. But we have good hearing, so… oh boy. Sorry. Ahahah… haah… I can’t believe this,” Mazin stood and trotted off to the castle, tail waving, head shaking: “Keep her safe, aye?”

Njall settled again, giving Gabrielle more freedom. And nuzzling her once.

All this had become a bit… embarrassing.

“You… heard what I said, right?” Njall – the mountain – managed to look sheepish for a second, then lowered his ears carefully and made a jowly acknowledging noise.

“You’ll think about it?”

The wolf still looked distressed, but settled a little more.

And then offered his tail as a blanket for her.

Well.

Well!