Her softening was slight, but tangible- even to Ksura who often missed cues and nuances. He did not underestimate the value of her little laugh, or the curve of her lips- while he felt she had plenty of good humour, she was wise to share it only with those who truly earned it. He tipped his head down, in a rare moment of sincerity. "I'd always bow my head to you, though," He promised her. A wolf would truly have to have their head in the clouds to not recognize and acknowledge her majesty.

He sat a little straighter as she came to his side, still a little bit flummoxed by the attention she gave him from time to time but ready t accept the touch of her shoulder. He felt something he couldn't quite place, that was a little twang in his heartstrings- but it was by far outweighed by a feeling of relief, and comfort. Her trust always made him feel as if he was home- and home had never been one place for very long. "Ah, you know me, Mr. Nice Guy," He joked, and gave her a light nudge.

A greyjay flew overhead, perching in a spruce not too far away, and joined soon thereafter by another. "So...Is this...Home, now?" He asked.