Lost Creek Hollow lions in winter

It'd been a hard decision, but eventually, Day decided to try and prompt Adeline away from home. He knew that he couldn't guarantee her safety, but neither could the borders. The way she'd shied away from even the carcass of a fox got him thinking, and since then, he just couldn't stop.

You can't stay gunshy forever, greeneyes.

The simple statement had earned him her ire, but it was worth it to see her out here, exploring with the sort of inquisitive joy he'd always wanted for her. And it felt good that it was him beside her, showing her that the world could still be beautiful even after it hurt you. He liked it a little more than he should.

"Wait up," he called when she'd been out of sight a little too long. No more than a minute, but he wasn't going to bring a hurt Adeline. Not today. He caught up soon enough and padded to her side. "I'm an old man, now. I can't keep up with those legs of yours."

Briefly, his eyes flitted over the waterfall. He'd been here before and had seen it already, but it was still a pretty piece of the land. "It's a good thing we didn't have anything like this at Silvertip," he said, eyes sliding back toward the girl. "You would've been jumping off it."

Daredevil Addie. She was still in there, somewhere. It wasn't a question of whether or not he wanted to see her revived - it was a matter of whether or not his heart could take that kind of stress.