Redtail Rise a valentine

Ashlar looked at her and his concern returned with a new depth. He knew that Prophet would not have left by choice. She was upset in a way he’d rarely seen, but rather than resent this, he merely moved in to press his cheek to her ruff in understanding.

He meant to offer to search for Prophet, but her next words killed that suggestion before it could be voiced. Yours. He looked at them, then back to her, surprise mingling with recognition. Then acceptance.

He didn’t think he could live up to what was expected, but he would do his best to be what was needed. Until Prophet returned.

Ours. He said quietly, meaning her as well as the rest. I’ll be here. Always. He knew it was true; if nothing had drawn him away yet then nothing would. He would always be hers first, for better or for worse.