Broken Antler Fen well I'mma go down on a railroad track

Stay if that’s what you want. If you love me. Champagne eyes studied her, the wet fur along her cheeks, damp from her tears and the shine of her eyes. Weariness exuded from her, and as she began to pull away, his jaw opened to respond, to demand what had changed when only minutes ago she had begged him to stay with her. 

And now, it seemed he was barely welcome. 

Exhaustion consumed him as well. Rest. They both needed rest. The idea that she was returning to a den with newborns unguarded did not settle well with him, but he knew better than to push his welcome. Instead, he pulled back, feeling the cold of the evening deep into the intimate place she had buried herself only moments before, now devoid of her touch. 

As he drifted from her, turned away by her, something about her words still bagged at him... not seeming quite right. None of them are.