Silvertip Mountain the moon hides your pain

Artaax doesn’t say anything when she approaches but she doesn’t mind, nor does she break the silence. He looks away from her and she frowns, her head droops a little as she closes in the remaining distance and her tail waves loosely, forcing herself to relax despite the tension pulling on every muscle. Gently, she puts her nose below his chin and nudges him up a little, then licking at the side of his face. She sheds the remaining bits of Heda left behind for a rare moment and closes her eyes, leaning into his by now only slightly smaller form. With a gentle point of her nose, she draws away and lower to the ground, leaving an open invitation for him to take the place within her embrace.