Arrow Lake Hold it, even though it kills you slowly

She scented him before his hesitant approach reached her ears, and knots formed in her stomach where there had once been a soft fluttering of anticipation in response to his presence. She stiffened a little when he entered into her space, but quickly forced the tension from her muscles when her sideways glance noted a wariness about him. This was not how things were supposed to be between them, and she hated that she had created so much awkwardness. 

She was unsure what to say, so she said nothing, surprised at how easy it was to fall into their old patterns. Despite the confusing shit inside her head, she managed to find some peace in his presence after a few moments as long as she didn't let her mind dwell on anything for too long. But, soon her anxieties began to creep back in, and she began to wonder what conclusions he had drawn—how he had tried to understand her weird behavior without any explanation from her. She could tell this all had put more strain on the already stressed leader, and so, of course, she felt guilty for that. She had only ever wanted to be a source of comfort and companionship for him, but her stupid heart had gotten in the way, and now, she wasn't sure what to do.

She tried again to push the thoughts away, focusing her attention on moving through the trees and monitoring the borders. She hoped that in this moment at least, he might be able to find some distraction from everything, even if she was failing miserably at her attempts to do the same.