~ TARKYN ~
Tarkyn watched his mate with ever-increasing pride. He could feel her fragility, the uneasiness she felt, like a cat walking on uneven stones—always aware that one might slip under her paws. And yet, she stayed calm and handled herself with dignity. She was truly an amazing female. He wished he could whisk her away from this place, hide her in the forest—take her to his lagoon… but he knew those were the wishful thoughts of a cub with no responsibility.
She was here to help him forge a bridge to peace. With a male who walked the knife-edge of sanity.
Tarkyn wanted to growl at the scent that came off the male, but though he was clearly in a dark place, his gaze was sharp with intelligence. This might be a male on the edge, but he wasn't disconnected from reality or intellect. Tarkyn had seen a soldier thrown over the edge of sanity. This male hadn't tumbled over that cliff yet. He still had all his faculties.
