Tinker stopped what she was doing to listen to Warren. He used the word ‘home’ and his face took on the wistful look of longing. Tinker noticed he relaxed and had the most contented body language she had every noticed from him before.<br/><br/>“When you say, Home, you mean like a den? Like territory? Like where we live permanently?”<br/><br/>She skipped a little and then stopped to kiss him on the cheek.<br/><br/>“That surprises me. You didn’t have to fight anyone. There was no pack around to ask if we could live here all the time. Yet you did something that means we can stay here, forever!”<br/><br/>Tinker danced a little and threw her arms around her man.<br/><br/>“I am so happy. We are home, really home and no one can make us leave ever again! We can be human, We can shift and we can be animal and no one will bother us.You know what I want to do now? I want to take off these hot clothes and put on a bikini with that pink sarong and we can go for a walk in the sand. Oh, Warren! We have a home!”