Bramblepoint But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun.

The word "good" from her maw was most unexpected, for Viinturuth most often was subject to a different sort of judgement on the matter. It certainly seemed more socially acceptable to have paired off with someone, to have multiple litters in his years, yet he'd never been able to tether his soul to another's. The pale wolf eased his stride, pausing with the skinny wolfess barked about her own partner - the second, apparently - having perished.

Teya trudged on, emotional, and Viinturuth felt he better understood her delicate state. He did not hurry after her, simply followed her movement with dark eyes until she vanished into the darkness. His stare lingered for a short time longer, wondering if he'd been wrong to let her go, before he withdrew to seek a quiet place for himself.