He could feel the change in himself, the change in his desire to be ever more close to Namara. The threat that he had made known to the pack still laid thick in the air, and while he cursed himself for it, he knew it had to be done. For the survival of Whisper Caverns, if for anything. He had been growing increasingly more agitated and angry as time went on and as much as he wanted to let his anger out on something, he just didn't know what he could scream at. Before, it had always seemed that @Namara was his undoing, but now he knew he did not wish to injury her feelings, not when he had already promised to spare what he could of what was left of them.
Angrily he paced in their caverns, his dark brown fur on end as he silently contemplated what he wanted...what he had been desiring for over a year now. It was for his mate to be by his side, completely, and for him to make sure that she knew there was no one else, because that always seemed to be the question hanging over her pretty little head when they were around one another. His thoughts would sometimes waver to her but it wasn't long before reality would stab him in the gut and he would have to remind himself that the woman he loved was currently with him and not out in the unknown. It definitely made him feel guilty sometimes, but he was trying, and that was all that she had asked for.
Finally, making the decision to call out to her, Ash raised his head and let his baritone voice fill the air, making it clear to the pack who he wanted to see, and that he only wanted to see one someone at this point in time. He had not discussed any matters with the newly named Hervok currently, and Ash had already spoken to Narimé as to what was going to happen come spring. They had made the decision, and now it was time to bring it up with his lovely, snappy mate. Hopefully she would take nothing the wrong way and would be content to allow them to be together, fully. While he waited for her arrival, he kept in mind of all the times he had broken her and that he wasn't worthy, and it mattered to him, but whatever made her happy would be the decision they would make together. As night fell, Ash looked through the opening from the caverns, his mossy green eyes staring up into the black, moonless sky, and as it got darker, the ghost happily drifted off into the darkness, awaiting the arrival of his dear Namara.
Table by PuppyThief