Phoenix Maplewood memories

popping an ending on since I’m putting eros back on the shelf

Another wolf truly lingered beyond the trail of the scent followed, feminine and bright. She seemed friendly enough, calling out a greeting and then extending to him an invitation—an invitation that he nearly took, stopped only by the song of a distant memory. For as bright as the woman was, cheery and welcoming, she reminded him of someone left in his past. Someone he cared for, once upon a time, and heart was made heavy by the thought of.

Troubled by this now, the man shot her an apologetic smile before altering his path once more, sending himself off and away from her. Perhaps, someday, they may meet again—but for now, Eros could not help but wish to get as far from those nagging memories as he possibly could.