Witch's Marsh going on tilt

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He believed her, and spent the next few moments re-affirming his affection for her, before he reluctantly drew back. "I'll be in the north," he said, holding back any explanation for why she would not find him in the hollow if she thought to look for him there. Leaning forward, Luke placed one last kiss on her cheek and touched his muzzle to the base of her ear, before he swept away from her side. His reluctance was great, and he knew that if he did not leave now, that he would be unable to.

Though he put his full trust in her return, he felt panic flicker in his breast as soon as there was distance between them. Swallowing, he would seek to distract himself by chewing on a stick. He forced his mind to drift away from all the loose ends and problems, and concentrated on his fantasy of the future.