Whitefish River A million miles away

Guilt stabs at the bearish wolf's heart, for how cruel he must have been to leave her behind without word. In truth, he did not wish to spend so much time away from Easthollow; the adventure to Kintla simply happened.

His ears press back, and he wears a thick pout on his dark muzzle. Ashamed of his actions, and unbeknownst of Sindri having tracked him for so long.

I... I'm sorry, Sindri, he whispers, his voice fills with his guilt and sorrow. I shouldn't have left without word, and it is no excuse, but I was planning to come back. I missed you... too. Mismatched eyes lift from staring at the petite medic's paws to her face. She saved his life, is such a sweet and kind person. Sindri deserves to be treated better than he has thus far.

I'll make it up to you, he says, deciding on this and stealing his resolve.