Fox's Glade Cause we both need it to forget this fear

Sorin had made good on his promise, following Liri as they traveled from the open plain. Winter had descended ever further, and the days had grown progressively colder over the last week or so. Thus, he was glad for the comforting companionship against the bitterness of the season.

He had studied her that morning after they had met, finding her to be a creature of both beauty and hardship. He could still see evidence of a women who had once been an unblemished beauty, an soul as unmarred as his had once been. Like him, she seemed to have been treated kindly by life at one point or another. And like him, the evidence of life's vices lay clearly upon her body, scars and a deformed leg showed a life of incredible hardship. Yet, such difficulty had not broken her, or so it seemed. For that, she had his respect.

Currently, he lay beneath the trees once again, his third time in this forest. He was somewhat put out that no foxes had crossed his path, as he could have used the antics of the little predators to lift his spirits. Still, he knew such things would not help for long. Nothing could mend him completely, he had resigned to that belief long ago. It was sad fate that he had thrown himself to, and yet Sorin was firm in his acceptance of it. Nothing could rid him of the vices of his past, nor could he ever escape. Not with how deep her betrayal had run.

His thoughts were interrupted by the approach of the ivory women, the icy grass breaking under her paws. Sorin lifted his head at her greeting, his expression once again a careful neutrality, although more welcoming than it had been in a long time. He nodded in return to her call, gesturing to the place at his side if she should so choose to lay beside him. "What has you up so late?" he whispered. He had a guess, but it would not do to voice it and be wrong. Better to listen than presume, as Viggo had taught him.