Sheepeater Cliff it's not over

He glanced over his shoulder. I should tell him sooner rather than later, Killdeer reasoned, shrugging. He turned, feeling a bit bad for his abruptness, and draped his neck over her shoulders. That sounds like a plan. I won't be long, promise.

He held her in embrace for a few moments—or as long as she wouldn't pull away—and then realized, hoping she could hear his smile in his voice.

Here's to a fresh start, Killdeer told her. 

He began to make his way down the mountains, glancing backwards until she was out of view. At least she wouldn't be able to see him so constantly looking back.