Leona nodded as Kodlak spoke. “Agreed. We should find shelter. I may need your help, however, if we go back the way we came from, I should be alright.” She nodded and they began the descent back down. “So . . . Leona. Where are you from? I believe I saw you on the battlefield, and you were sided with Hawthorne, but I haven’t seen you in our lands. So are you from Amberbjorne or Dawnshire?” Leona cakculated her reply.
“I’m from Amberbjorne. Not raised there, but they’re like my own little family. I imagine it’s like that for every pack. I couldn’t imagine a much gentler queen than Queen Themis, although she can get real mad.” She met Kodlak’s eyes as the wind bit at her face.
“I’m from Hawthorne,” he replied. “I’m actually one of the sons of Lucaya. It sucks that my one sister had to go to Tarben, but knowing her, she’s probably being as feisty as ever. Giving them trouble.” She liked his laugh. Leona’s heart panged for Kodlak, being separated from his sister especially knowing she was in that brute’s pack. She offered some sympathy.
“I hope she gets back safe, Kodlak. I really do. I think all our allies hope that,” she said.
A pause. Then as they reached the bottom, “Hey, Leona. I’m pretty sure this is a soulmate line . . . what do you want to do about it?” Leona blinked, startled. Then a light blush rose to her cheeks, and she giggled. “Well, it’s not like you’ve insulted me, or I vomited on your feet, or we hated each other from first look. So, I think this tie has a real chance of getting going. I think I’d like to pursue it.” She paused. Stuttering, she asked, “W-would you? Kodlak?”

“No there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do; to make you feel my love.”