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

At first, she does not expect a response. She can’t tell exactly how far away he is and she’d made such a pitiful cry. When his return does touch her ears, she chokes out something between a gasp and a silent sob. It has been so long since she’d felt her chest so tight and restrictive.

She’d ended up in the cuesta some months ago to find it abandoned. It pulls at every fiber she has to feel I never want to see you again turn into only feeling like she needs to see him again. She does not even try to move and get closer, knowing she wouldn’t be able to put an ounce of effort when she can’t even return the howl, shrinking further into the ground as if it might open up and swallow her whole.