Vivien
Kieran has piled my plate high with food.
When I was a pup, I used to see my father do that for my mom all the time. He always made it a point to serve her with a lot of food. He’d hunt game for her wolf, he wouldn’t even take a bite before offering it up to her.
I never really understood why he did that. Part of me conjured it up to the fact that wolves simply love food. But watching Kieran set a plate down for me, serving me completely before even focusing on himself? It made me understand why. As his mate, he sees it as his duty to cater to my basic needs. To ensure I’m provided with everything I would need for my simple existence. An act of service as simple as piling up meat on my plate.
I’m sitting to his right, by the head of one of the grand tables in the dining area.
