Lost Creek Hollow lions in winter

It’s a little rough but she collapses in to him anyway, staring at the ground by their feet. She feels his hear thump through his chest and into hers and her eyes close, listening to the promises. The tip of her tail thumps gently against the ground and she heaves a sigh of relief. She’d made the mistake of being away from her family for as long as she had and she never wanted to make that decision, never wanted to be faced of being without them. “Okay,” she finally says, quietly, and into his fur.