"No, they're all horrible and you're horrible," Dorian teased and nuzzled along his neck. No one was around to see and the halla wouldn't care. "How do I ever stand you?"

What foolish words that were not in the least bit true. He adored Bramen and the elf knew it. He was enjoying this little trip into the woods with his Clan as well which he did not expect. He thought it would be too much nature, too much wildlife and all the things Dorian didn't enjoy.

Yet, here he was on the back of a sacred deer with a smile on his face.