Oh, that--Essek remembers the charm Percival had mentioned only when he hears his voice, or rather an impression of it in his mind, the same as receiving a sending or message spell, but just a single word and a more nuanced emotion accompanying it. Perhaps more like a very limited telepathy, then. He can do better than that. Still, hearing that voice at all is deeply reassuring, especially as the wolf's big, warm body curls around him protectively to reinforce it.

"I know," he murmurs gratefully, letting his chilled body be warmed as he presses close against his husband's side for the most simultaneously relaxing and stimulating few minutes he's experienced tonight. And when Percival nuzzles him, he presses a kiss to the side of his long snout in return. The shorter fur there feels like velvet against his lips.

He pushes himself back to his feet when Percival does, bracing himself against his shoulder. "Yes, we should go to the cabin. I assume you left your things there, wedding ring included? I mean to use it to cast Telepathy so that you can speak more freely with me." His brow furrows. "Though it would be nice to warm up there, I would guess that it is not a place you can stay comfortably while in this shape? I intend to remain with you, of course, so I will need to gather supplies."

Now that he is standing and looking more squarely at the wolf that is his husband, he's better able to take in the details--how his shape is not only big, but sleek and powerful, all that beautiful winter white, the unique shape of his front paws, wide and tipped with sharp claws, but articulated in the way a typical wolf's could not be, and the bright, attentive focus in his eyes, so familiar it makes him smile.

"You are magnificent, aren't you?" he murmurs, half to himself, as he reaches up to stroke the fur along the side of his powerful jaw.