Saga leaned on the tree trunk breathing quietly while staring at the sun’s light passing through the leaves. He heard Seth groaned and he immediately moved slowly towards him not minding his neck still bleeding from his mate’s bite. He stared down at Seth and sighed.
Saga closed his eyes and listened to Seth’s heartbeat. It was loud and clear to him, it sounded exactly how he wanted it to sound; strong. He listened next to his breathing and it was the same.
He looked down again at Seth’s face. He chuckled and wiped the dirt on his cheeks, “even with dirt on your face, you’re still beautiful.”
Saga stared at the meadow and smiled seeing that it is alive again. Flowers and trees looked as if it didn’t die. The ground no longer shows the evidence of the fight that happened earlier
