Blackfeather Woods nothing but the burnt edge of an unfinished history

I'll go ahead and archive this. ♥

Silence falls between them and Kjalarr does not attempt to break it. For the moment, he has nothing more to ask her and nothing overly useful to tell her ( not that she asked, but, y’know ). He’s comfortable in the silence and has since determined that if any other questions pop into his mind that he will withhold them to a future time. Kjalarr has just begin to drift off into a very light snooze when he feels the absence of her body keenly as she rises. He stirs awake abruptly, blinking, disoriented for the briefest of moments, forgetting where he is and who he is with. It does not take long for Kjalarr’s brain to wake up fully and for all the recent developments to sink back in rapidly. Right. She offers a command and Kjalarr pushes himself to his own paws, following where she may lead him.

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