Sah
The forest never sleeps and the wolf neve dies
Sah's lips twitch, "Something tells me that that's changing." He already knows that Maeve adores his pups. And it's becoming increasingly clear that she's rather fond of the Abandoned himself. He sighs against her neck, "Though I understand why you're drawn to Torchline." Besides her leadership position, the sun and warmth alone seem like something that the queen would enjoy. Sah growls low in his throat as he side-eyes the Wicker Woman. All that effort to make Maeve relax for once down the drain. If he had less common sense, he'd send a bolt of lightning at the blasted thing. As it is, Sah manages to tear his eyes away and focus back on Maeve. "I will be."
As he says that though, Sah's lips curl into a smirk full of mirth. "Or..." Without further warning he tightens his hold on Maeve and stands, keeping her in his arms. With only a wink as warning he begins to simply walk away from the Wicker Woman, in the general direction of Torchline. "...we can just leave her to her own devices."
