Dragoncrest Cliffs Willow Tree March

Every new sob felt like a knife in the chest and it seemed, for a moment, that Meerkat’s outpouring would never cease. After many long minutes, the flood subsided and the redtail was left with his mate in disrepair. Hiccups and little weeps broke apart her sentences, which only requested tolerence.

“Okay,” he whispered back as he nosed the hair along her temple. The simple word was all he had to say for, truthfully, he agreed blindly. Whatever grasp he thought he had on the situation was thrown out the window and the sudden change in moods gave him emotional whiplash. Yet, he would endure it again and again in an attempt to stay strong when Meerkat could not be, despite the shifting sand beneath his feet.

She seemed to collect herself, then. “That sounds grand,” he agreed with a gentle smile. A part of him stayed gun shy, unconnvinced that she truly meant the words she spoke. If his presence instigated so many feelings… why would she want him so close? In his mind, Njord was only sure of one thing – that more waves would come as the waters, previous supressed, flowed free.

He nibbled at the ruff of her fur in a cute way as his body turned to lead them back towards the Greatpine and out of the solitary night. “I think we could both use a good cuddle,” he said lightheartedly. “What would m’lady like for breakfast?” he asked as his steps took him away from this place.