Hushed Willows I can sense you there, like a friend I've always known.

He breathed in deep, exhaled heavily. Listened quietly to the distant rush of a waterfall deep within the caverns, the nearby trickle of crystal fluid as it filtered through stone. Sundance let his muscles slacken and he canted his alabaster muzzle upward to better free his airway. Pale eyes fluttered closed, allowing him to submerge himself fully into a search for peace.

Stop, said the whispered voice against the tufted fur at the base of his ear, which twitched at the breath of a frosted breeze that swept through the hollow from behind. Sundance blinked over a slim shoulder, searched the darkness with his frosted stare as the natural discomfort of being watched took residence among his already frayed nerves. You are not alone.

"You don't have to hide," the druid called out softly, confident that danger would not come for him so soon following his return to Elysium's sacred land. If his stalker meant him any harm, surely she'd have done so with his back presented.