Stone Circle Woulda been gone like a wayward wind

We’ll come back, greeneyes.

Adeline’s lips twist in thought, eyes flickering down to the ground. Her tail wags a few times to show her appreciation for the gesture but it only puts her stomach in knots. Come back. She’s leaving again after she’d vowed to herself she wouldn’t but she can’t explain the tug on the anchor that sits in her breast.

“I think, um,” she begins, catching herself over her words. “I need to go do something.”

The girl steps back, resisting the urge to bury her muzzle into his fur. She’d been embraced by him on more than one occasional, enough times that the warm embrace could probably fix everything, except this. Hesitantly, Adeline leans forward to press her nose to his cheek before she back pedals a few steps to go.