Lost Creek Hollow lions in winter

It feels like the minutes tick by as she searches for him but no more than a few seconds later, he materializes before her eyes. She releases a hard breath of relief just as her feet hit the ground and she closes the distance between them. When she gets close, she smooths to a trot and tries to brush off the panic that’d quickly overwhelmed her. Flashes of the isolation rush to the forefront of her mind and she closes her eyes, leaning against his shoulder as he angles back toward the waterfall. 

His words are sarcastic but she can’t help but look over the rushing water in the distance. She even gives him a little awkward chuckle that is silenced quickly, her breathing slowing to normal. 

“Maybe if it weren’t so cold today,” she says playfully, looking back to him with a bump to the shoulder. The weather wouldn’t change anything and her she can only feign the desire for so long.

Adeline moves ahead a few steps, attempting to subtly glance back every few seconds to make sure he was near, and makes her way closer to the waterfall. There is only so much she remembers from Silvertip, most memories are blurred and crossed out from her youth. Those that she does remember—good or bad—she tries to cling to. “Maybe—” she trails off in thought, jaws snapping back together. “Maybe we could go visit Silvertip sometime?”