“If that wasn’t a dark hour, Mauja,” his deep voice finally rumbled, growing hoarse with emotion despite the levity of his words, “then I don’t know what is.” And, with the barest hints of a grin crossing his muzzle, he buried his nostrils and bottom part of his face in this man’s neck. This man, who had such a hold on the great beating organ in his massive chest, was alive. The dread, exhaustion, and heartache of the past few days crashed in one huge wave of adrenaline-charged endorphins.
And so a soft chuckle began to roll slowly, richly, from his chest. “Gods, I am glad you’re immortal,” and his chuckles grew stronger as he realized he hadn’t wanted Mauja to choose immortality, “I love you, my friend,” and just like that, simply and lacksidasically those powerful words were thrown by dizzy exhaustion between them. The giant slowly sank to his knees along the spotted back, moving his body to curve around the less mobile, healing form of the Frozen Light, though his muzzle still stayed nestled amid the plentiful, silken white locks.
And, with but a few more deep breaths, adrenaline failed and sleep took him as he held the man he had just killed, acquiescing (yet again) to another of his request.
@Mauja have a punch-drunk Tembo? Idk. We could wrap this up here?