Hoshor Plains A hunting we will go

The regret in his eyes tore at her as he stood. The heaviness that was in the air settled like a stone in her heart as he began to speak. His whisper echoed in her mind. He had to go. She knew this. He did, too. As he studied her, she looked at him, her eyes trying to hide the sharp pain. He didn't need to see that. The strange language passed over his lips again, making her ache to know what he had said. His next words brought hot tears to the back of her eyes, but she fought them off, closing her eyes as his muzzle rested on her. Her nostrils flared as she breathed him in, trying to sear his scent into her memory. And then...he was gone. She tried not to open her eyes, but as soon as she couldn't feel his muzzle, she opened them, her eyes searching for him. Her breath left her as he saw his back. 'Turn around..just once.' But his face never turned towards her, and the pain made her sit back on her haunches. Letting the tears fall, she scolded herself. There was no reason for her to feel like this. What was WRONG with her? But the scolding did not stop the flow as she watched him disappear over the plains. It took everything not to move, not to howl. But her voice was silent as the wind howled for her.