Ravensblood Forest of the third kind

The irony of the situation was not lost on him. From their point of meeting and beyond, to the moment where the pair bedded together in the dirt, Tiarnan had been afraid of abandonment. That she might leave him without a word of warning. And yet here he was, giving her a sudden refusal that would rend the pair apart. The boy's energy level had been lowering ever since he woke, knowing somehow that this would happen. He couldn't go near the mountains, he just couldn't. There was no way of telling Bazi about his efforts with the plateau wolves, which meant that their budding relationship - in whatever variety that may have been - was cut off at the bud.

When the pale girl turned and began to shuffle away, Tiarnan paused and watched her. She gave him fleeting glances, imploring him to follow, but each look became lesser than the last, until she was resigned to looking forward towards the horizon, and most likely her home. Tiarnan wined a low and tremulous note, knowing that she was out of ear-shot to hear him. He turned away from her white-speck of a figure and began stalking off in to the forest again, heading through it's westernmost tangles, his heart suddenly heavy in a manner that did not fit the youth.

[exit!]