Whitefish River Heart strung, young and dumb

As his call fades in the distance, all he could do now was wait for what was coming - for who was coming. Though he knew who he would like to see, and feared that same person for their judgment, anyone would be a welcomed sight if he was being honest. A familiar face, a friendly face. The rhythm of his own heart is what kept the tempo of time, thudding in a beat of its own, defining in his ears as he waited patiently in what felt like longer than it was. Time truly slowed, and more so as her figure came out of the woodwork.

It was unforgettable, as if he dreamed of it every day, her face, kept him going to see the woman just one more time, to reassure her that he didn't disappear as the fathers of her children had just so recently done. He wouldn't do the same, even if she may hate him for the weeks he was already gone for. The delight in seeing Ira as she approached was intoxicating, his head spun as the smile couldn't help but find its way to his face. Time slowed to a stop and even then it was moving too fast for him. Was his tail wagging? Shit, he wouldn't turn to check as he soaked up the moment. All he could do was drink in the moment of silence while he searched her face for a reaction. 

Truth be told he was tired, very tired. Tail far too exhausted to move an inch let alone be the jet engine he imagined it was right now, legs on the verge of giving up on holding him up any further; and he nearly lost all senses seeing her smile. Despite it all, naturally, he gave in to the embrace, even as his legs collapsed under the extra weight she brought, he couldn't help but lean into it all. 

I know, I'm sorry. And she took a step back, how could he ask her to linger just a little longer? I'm so sorry, Ira. Come on man, say something more than just apologies - and yet, he simply couldn't.