Bearclaw Valley shizukana kaze

All good. Holidays will do that to ya

'Tadaima'

The note hummed through the air and the greatest smile arose on her face. 

The sun shined again and threatened to melt the snow around him. Hitting his chest first his heart beat sending waves through his body that awoke a light sway in his tail and blushed the skin atop his cheeks hidden beneath his white fur.

Tadaima... Tadaime... Tadaime... It played in his mind. Certain it was the sweetest note he'd heard yet.

Until suddenly a scratch interrupted the orchestra. 

Keiko fell to the ground. A single leg held her up as a feline pelt and blue stones rolled out onto the snow. 

A shocked and concerned grunt erupted from the beast as he rushed to the Miko. The fallen trinkets did not capture Drust's attention. It remained firmly locked on the priestess. 

Bearish mumbles fell from his mouth as he looked at her with a puzzled look on his face.

Slowly, he circled her entire body. Examining her. Gently caressing his muzzle through the fur along her sides and any potential areas of concern. A thorough inspection. No injuries. She felt so... soft and delicate. Fragile... and vulnerable.

Returning to face her he, gazed into her dark eyes and hesitantly paused a moment. Before reaching down and tenderly pressing his forehead against hers, breathing a sigh of relief.