The incoming winter wind rushed through the male’s wings painted with light browns and whites as his leather, auburn, and chocolate covered body soared through the sky above Sabertooth. His steely eyes scanned over the surroundings. This became his usual routine since the pack meeting that Pandora had hosted, that in all actuality, Achilles should have hosted himself. A pang of guilt rang through his body as he soared, not noting anything particularly unusual about the borders of Sabertooth or the lands surrounding. Ashen Woodlands, despite normally being ablaze in tiny fires, was subdued for now. That was always a good thing.

Achilles, having done his rounds, swooped his way down towards his den, landing with grace. His back leg had healed a lot, and Paris, for the most part, was gone. Achilles had come to learn to cope with his prior guilt upon meeting Pandora, whomst had gone through so much more than this crimson-leather clad male did. A small sigh left Achilles’s stocky body as his joints adjusted to walking, his wings tucking in closer to his body. An urge to call out for his love filled his body, and without hesitation or resistance, he spoke loudly, calling for Pandora. ”Pandra?” He could not hide his love for her, surely. It was even tangled in his simple words addressed towards her, even as he practically sung her name. The sky-painted beauty had to be close by, yes? Her den had moved much closer to Achilles’s, and some nights, Achilles could swear he felt an extra presence and warmth in his own den, which had to be hers if any.

As much as the crimson and leather clad male wanted to sit, relax, and make himself comfortable, one thought continuously was occupying his mind. At the meeting, if he had not have made it clear enough, he and Pandora were a thing, further solidifying that when he announced her rank – alphess. He hoped that did not put her under too much pressure, stress, and the like. He did reassure her then and there quietly that she would be fine, that they would be fine, but Achilles needed to talk with Pandora more. It was not their shared ranking he wanted to talk about, but rather, Achilles wanted to be much, much closer to the beautiful, lovely, sky-painted femme that he was lucky enough to call his love.

He had a strong desire to have children with Pandora, pups with little wings and painted like their mother flying alongside him as he patrolled the skies and borders of Sabertooth…that is, if the mutations did pass along to pups in that manner. Surely they did, yeah? Nonetheless, Achilles had to ask Pandora for her opinion – after all, she was the one who would carry their pups and give birth to them. He wanted to go at a pace that was comfortable for her. His worries about addressing this caused him to pace back and forth in front of his den as he mentally prepped a proposal.

Actions & Words.