He knows Ram well enough by now that he’d like to sleep and eat with that bow strapped to his back, but this is good for them both. They’re in their home and it’s safe and secure…despite the presence of the wolf in their midst begging for scratches, anyway, and it doesn’t help anyone’s mental state to be on their guard constantly.

But thankfully there are fish! He’ll happily celebrate a successful fishing venture. “A fine haul,” he smiles, picking up the bundle of fish and waiting for Ram to untie the bunch from himself. He leans in close as he does so, his attention on Ram’s dimples and the way his eyes crinkle when he’s pleased with himself.