Redhawk Caldera periwinkle

it is at the borders that chickadee would find him; and he, if she allowed it, would greet her with a lingering brush of his muzzle against her's. trying not to show that it left his skin tingling and his heartbeat in his throat.

his lips part to speak, but the air is swallowed, words fleeing back inside him as a familiar figure approaches. for a moment, there is a nagging sense that he knows her, and it takes a sluggish few seconds until the lightbulb goes off within kivaluk.

amalia! he greets her; unable to curb the confusion in his tone. memories of a time long since past prickle uncomfortably at the forefront of his mind: of his long absent father, of his lost mother. those lost to him that he did not wish to think of ( though he knows burying it doesn't help the healing process any ).