Hideaway Strath My heart keeps bleeding, I need you now.

He maintained his silence, certain that no one could be calling out for him when they barely knew he existed. Sundance, too tired and lost in the throes of his grief over his heavy loss to care, simply curled closer to himself and tucked his muzzle to his silver flank.

The boy hoped she'd just pass his lonely little hollow by, leave him well enough alone. He squeezed his eyes shut and pretended to doze, his back to the den's entrance, and willed her away.