You've been fighting for hours and now, finally the battle is over. You're bloodied, sore and tired, waiting for your mate in your war tent. You've helped around the camp and many soldiers are still being tended to, but the camp has now calmed.

You turn as you hear the entryway of the tent rustle. You watch as your mate enters the tent. You knew he was okay, you knew he wasn't dead, but you were still worried and its a relief to finally see him. He's bloodied and tired too.

Without a word you step forward to meet him and hold him close to you. You breathe in his comforting scent and you can feel the steady beat of his heart as you rest against his chest. You don't want to let him go.