Lost Creek Hollow lions in winter

Her eyes began to blur as tears well up and she blinks them back—or tries too—to prevent them from spilling over onto her cheeks. The breath lodged in her throat slowly releases but the constriction remains a threat. He assures her that he can see her and demonstrates the point where he really can’t see her anymore. When he returns, assuring her, bumping her shoulder, she turns her head to rest her face into him. Her tears burst and soak into his fur but she holds back the sob lingering in her throat. Her breaths are long and calculated to hide the struggle and when she pulls back, she turns her face away.