Lost Creek Hollow lions in winter

He agrees to go with her and it’s enough to put a smile back on her features, feeling the tension in her chest dissipate and for a brief moment, things are normal. She isn’t exactly surrounded by her family and the familiar surroundings of Easthollow but Grayday has managed to carry some of that with him. It is strong closest to him and so she keeps their distance apart small even as she carries on through an incline. The ground turns rocky as it goes up, the familiar effort of Silvertip beneath her paws, but it plateaus soon enough.
 
“It’s pretty here,” she says over her shoulder with a swish of her tail. It didn’t take too long to get here and the longer she stays, the sillier she feels over her panic. She hadn’t much enjoyed her time away when she was alone but perhaps it isn’t so bad with someone by her side.