Boartusk Heights Some might say "euphoric", no, there's really no words for it

<333 I was hoping you would be the one to join! Sorry for sir grumpface lol

 

Aaaand pop - out fizzled that euphoria.

Tuathal didn't need to turn around; he'd spent a near two years with that voice, and could picture her wildfire fur well enough without turning to look. The Blackthorn considered not stopping at all, and for a hot second he did just that - seizing up his shoulders and powering on. She was the last thing he wanted to see right now - well, wasn't she?

Well, yeah, he hadn't left his family to have them follow him - he'd left to get away. But her voice seemed to rattle something in the cavity of his chest that simply didn't let him walk away. Because that voice - it made his blood run with longing that he didn't need right now, and damn, he missed her. And didn't all the same, but the missing was stronger and a few paces through his attempt at ignoring, he sighed and skid his lanky legs to a stop.

"Ceara," his voice ran void of any particular emotion (perhaps a little gruff), but he figured he'd at least found someone who knew him well enough to understand he wasn't out to grab their face and kill it just because he didn't sound like the pinnacle of a rainbow. He passed a sidelong glance over his shoulder to better catch her approach.