Bearclaw Valley does my name sting your tongue now does it babe

He was still retreating when a low, distant call reached his ears, seeming to slam into him like a ton of bricks despite its weakness. The male's legs wobbled, torn between continuing on and turning back, running back, covering her in kisses and hiding her away from the sorrow that rang out in her voice.

Grayday took a deep breath and sat down, his heart still reaching in two directions: Happiness, and the girl he still loved. The next call that came out was mournful as well. I'm sorry. And then, Are you alright?

He waited, eyes closed and ears straining.