Hideaway Strath Quiet when I'm coming home

rKynareth’s been searching for his pale lover. Her blindingly white fur causing her to blend in with the winter wonderland that’s surrounded them. This winter is harsh, especially with how much snow has already piled in and it doesn’t look like it’s going to be stopping anytime soon. 

Even as he trudges through the substance it collects healthily on his coat and drapes over his head, neck, and back like a sheet or cape. He tries his best to shake it off but to no avail it accumulates just as fast. 

Giving up on that, he doesn’t give up on searching for Simmik. A spec of worry beginning to crawl into his chaotic mind at the thought that perhaps she has finally escaped. Even though she has shown her appreciation towards him and other things that should make him feel better, sometimes it only puts him more on edge. Knowing all too well that Simmik is a clever being, he wonders if she is grooming him to be comfortable around her before high tailing it. Yet, his more logical side wonders if she would risk trying to escape in such weather. It puts her at both an advantage if she can pull it off, but a disadvantage if she finds herself lost or without food. 

Shaking his head he pushes the frequent thoughts into the back of his mind. Though just as he starts to become frustrated, he sees a form of white out in the bear distance and without knowing it he smiles. At this distance he wonders if it is Nyra or Simmik, but as he closes in he comes to the conclusion that it is indeed Simmik. 

His smile growing wider as he approaches. Yet, not wanting to seem like he was about to tear his fur out worrying, he sets an illusion of false cool. Sidling up to her, he forces his smile to become easier, less strained.

“Simmik.” He greets softly. “I’ve been looking all over for you. Guess I haven't been looking in the right places.” It’s said with an easy laugh even though despite him trying to hide it, she could probably see the anxiety creeping into him.