"Flying into a headwind is not an easy task, my heart. I think we are both grateful for a safe passage and forward progress."

The last of the gear unloaded, he presses a kiss to her leg where he is nearest.

"We can set up camp," he offers. It will be a simple affair - a bedroll for each and a fire, which Xenophon is already gathering wood for. "I can hear a stream not far off, we can boil some water."

He isn't sure if she wants to hunt again or just curl up in cat form on his 'pillow' and lounge to relax.