Lion Head Mesa I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving; I'm your little scarlet, starlet

She did not understand.

She did not comprehend how, or why he was leaving. Why he would do so abruptly. She had many times. Many times she had vanished in the day, dawn, dusk and night, yet never had he done so. Could he? Why would he? Should he? Why could he? Her head quirked more, her ears gently touching towards his chin and cheeks as a large inhale went up her nose. Her gaze was ahead, but her mind anywhere but so.

In a silent grumble, the back of her head and figure quickly, firmly pressed back to his body. Her head rubbed up, down, to search for a sense of relief that came with his familiarity. Familiarity that told her he would leave. Up, down, stroking her on face in a pet that had been previously stamped by a kiss on her head. Inhale, huff, and her ear flickered against his neck while her brows furrowed and pouted in drowning confusion at the setting sun.

"Why?"

Why.

She did not understand.

She did not like this feeling.

Why did she no longer understand?

Why couldn't she understand?

She did not understand.