Porcupine Ridge you did not break me

She found him, and her pace quickened – but what was once a smile that he greeted her with swiftly turned to a frown, and without even having to say a word, she knew Terich-mir knew something was wrong. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she decided, her voice clipped in that moment before wavering as she exhaled sharply – trying to maintain her composure.
 
Instead, her muzzle pressed upward, burying itself in the familiar ruff of Terich-mir’s nape and inhaling his scent softly as she held back a sob. “Can you just.. Can you just hold me? For now?”