The Heartwood chasing visions of our futures

Atka had immediately recognized his steps behind her, ears titling towards him as she pretended to be unaware, a smirk on her face until he bumped against her. With a sarcastic gasp she laughed and she shook her coat after Dreven had ruffled it, then slumping into the ground beside her. She hardly had to lean down to offer kisses to the top of his head. Her wagging tail had slowed as she looked back to the meadow with a deep sigh.

The sun was usually beginning to set at this time, but the two were not facing the direction of the setting sun. Rather than bold strokes of color, the sky here faded to dark in a serene way.

❝The uncertainty of the coming months don't have me worried for once.❞ She paused, glancing at him from the corner of eye. ❝It used to.❞

She couldn't explain it, it just didn't anymore.