Stavanger Bay Three ways to sunday

Surra nodded slowly as Thistle spoke. She was right, that's what had hurt about it - that he never got to see what could happen. He supposed it was better that he had found out sooner rather than later, but still, it wasn't easy on the poor young male. He knew - or at least, hoped - he would find someone else someday, as she said. This heartbreak hadn't been nearly so bad as to turn him away from love forever. In some ways... it was beginning to allow the usually private male to open his heart up a little more.

"Thank you," Surra said simply, at first, and then looked off into the trees as he continued softly. "I do wish her all the best, really. Funny thing was," he smiled good-naturedly, "She actually came to me the other day and asked for my advice about her and her mate having pups soon." He paused, remembering the time, and all the emotions that confusingly swirled in his chest while they spoke. "And as cheezy as it sounds, as long as she's happy, I'm happy for her." He turned his blue eyes back to Thistle, smiling gratefully at her. "I'll move on soon enough."