Lost Creek Hollow the milk is drying up

The news was cause for his tail to go limp, and for the grin to fade from his face. His breath he released in a soft sigh. As it were, the plateau and the hollow were a long distance apart, and now his lover would be moving himself even further away. Indeed, they would be located at opposite ends of the map. It was counter to what he had hoped for, that they may find themselves closer and able to enjoy one another's company more readily. He felt a coldness grip at his heart.

"Sometimes a fresh start is best for the soul," he acknowledged. He truly did not fault them for their decision, nor hold it against Lasher. He pressed himself against the dark wolf's chest, his tongue not willing to part with any more words in this moment.