Lost Creek Hollow lions in winter

Alright was on the tip of his tongue, but when a moment had passed and he's still not spoken the word, Grayday decided that her statement didn't really need an answer. The air was cool and the forest peaceful around them, and he was at loathe to spoil the quiet that'd settled around them.

He just sat there and found that his breathing had adjusted to hers, so that their breaths came out together in plumes of white vapor - and he was hard pressed to say whether this was the most achingly awful moment of his life, or the most achingly perfect. He supposed, at the end of the day, that it all depended on what kind of man he was.

And on that day, he found that he was not a very good man.