Silvertip Mountain But lately I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel

kind. the word hung in the air before she knew it was time to leave. she withdrew her snout from his shoulder, a soft chuckle highlighting her pale eyes. "I should hope so" Heloise would drawl, turning away from the man "else that defeats the purpose of friendship, no?" he had not resisted her comfort though she could feel his muscles tensing all the same. whatever happened to Eastwood in the past was not her concern. if he was healthy and sane, she would count that a blessing in itself. if he did not want her to pry into his life, she was not going to. her steps led her away from his side as she trailed back down the mountain. "farewell, Eastwood." and may their paths indeed cross again.