Not yet, no. But the little wolf might, when we find him or his litter.
[ tucked under one arm is a small wrap of butcher paper, within it some raw cuts of meats. mostly it's salted pork, boneless slices of saltwater fish, some rinds of beef fat, some chicken kidneys and skin. it's a decent assortment of meats that might do a wolfling some good, but aemond worries the cold will have frozen it by now. it'll need some thawing by the fire, and while he's decent at keeping a fire going in fair weather β well, this is fair as a picture, but colder than a septa's gaze.
he draws close to lae, leaning to her touch for warmth, and he dares: a light kiss pressed to her brow, a more sanguine one to her cheek. ]
Is it strange that I should say I've missed your company, when you're ever a brief walk away from me? [ and it's true that he feels her absence; not as a keen ache, but a constantly murmuring brook running undercurrent his pulse. ] Were it that it's warm enough for us both, and the sky a brighter blue.
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[ tucked under one arm is a small wrap of butcher paper, within it some raw cuts of meats. mostly it's salted pork, boneless slices of saltwater fish, some rinds of beef fat, some chicken kidneys and skin. it's a decent assortment of meats that might do a wolfling some good, but aemond worries the cold will have frozen it by now. it'll need some thawing by the fire, and while he's decent at keeping a fire going in fair weather β well, this is fair as a picture, but colder than a septa's gaze.
he draws close to lae, leaning to her touch for warmth, and he dares: a light kiss pressed to her brow, a more sanguine one to her cheek. ]
Is it strange that I should say I've missed your company, when you're ever a brief walk away from me? [ and it's true that he feels her absence; not as a keen ache, but a constantly murmuring brook running undercurrent his pulse. ] Were it that it's warm enough for us both, and the sky a brighter blue.