Spotted Eagle Mountain And life will always be la vie en rose

"It's... You."

The woman nearly jumped, heart thudding within the columns of bone.

A voice came close, but she not yet seen the figure that stood but a distance away. 

Alstroemeria's figure jerked towards where the sound originated, muzzle pointing directly towards the man. She was stricken with confusion for only a moment before it dawned on her. Could it be? Yes, her memory hardly failed her. It had to be!

I-... At much as she tried, no words would come. She swallowed, mouth turning dry.

What could she even say? They had history together, yes. But it felt like so much time had passed. They had parted. And yet, here they were, standing face to face.

Her pelt burned. Her scars began to ache, though they had healed long ago. Still, she knew not what to say. So she looked to him, a childish plea in her gaze for him to speak and break the awkwardly growing silence.