Wapun Meadow The miles are getting longer, it seems.

He did not wish to see her cry – yet there it was. The tear slid down her cheek, a sentiment worth more than words then the turmoil she spoke of. He would not hold her decision against her, but he held his tongue against his better judgment. The silver male was a ticking time bomb, and he feared she would be at his side the moment he finally blew – he only hoped she managed to come to her senses before it was too late.

With an ushered sigh, he did not make to touch the tears that trailed down her cheek – such a touch seemed far too intimate for him, and these touches were reserved for one female alone now, despite the brinking gap that needed to be closed between them. “Take care, Paar,” he offered then, his features solemn as he pulled away then.

He did not wait for further words – the goodbye was simply stated, but it weighed heavily on him. Somehow, he felt as if he was sending her to her death. Shaking the morbid thought form his mind, the agouti male began to move towards home – he would need to seek Bazi out and settle the dust between them.