Blackfeather Woods I've been walking out all on my own

Even though he could tell she was angry, he felt apathetic to it. Normally, he might have tried to calm her. Normally, he might have ensured that she didn't act rashly, or at least offer an alternate perspective. Instead, he just nodded. Okay, he relented, wandered into the water with her, and knelt down. He struggled for a moment as he bent, the weight causing pain to his joints, overtraveled, overworked, angry.
Taikon placed his head onto Takiyok's fur, and when he did, her scent came full into him. Woods. Soft wind. Moss. The comfort he had felt before flooded to his senses. He breathed. After a lengthy sigh, he relaxed and let the weight of his head fall onto her. Water rushed against the old wounds. It hurt, but the hurt felt okay. He just came at me. It was so sudden. I didn't expect it, he continued, trying almost defensively to explain that it wasn't his fault.