Hushed Willows i'm at an all time low

Just as he was about to wade between the remaining bodies littering the floor, blocking his way towards in entrance of the cave, his keen green eyes noted a familiar form lingering by the doorway. He recognized the wolf, even though he could only really see the guy's silhouette. Small, lithe, definitely familiar. He did not move for a few good moments, simply taking in, absorbing, remembering the small figure, graced with agile and graceful legs, blessed with gentle paws and a silky cape of obsidian fur. He remembered those emerald eyes, that charming smile, and those lilting words. And with that, came the memory of the night, and then cue a flood of nostalgic memories.

Right. Stop it. 

Taking a deep breath, Teagan tamped down on the melancholic and nostalgic feelings and quietly navigated his way through the bodies, stopping as he arrived beside Trick. "Miss me?" he asked, his tone soft and lilting and leaned forward, nose drifting tantalisingly down his boy friend's nape before he leaned away once more and fixed his eyes on Trick's emerald orbs, studying him. Then his lips broke into a sad smile, eyes darkening as a shadow settled on Teagan's ever angelic features. It was one of the few moments in which the coywolf allowed some of his emotions to seep through the mask he'd created. 

"Well, I'm in a mood for deep talks, sadness and honesty," he began, lifting a shoulder in a shrug as if to say 'i don't know about you but...'. "And I missed you," he stated plainly.