Blacktail Deer Plateau I don't wanna hate you

His fur grew wet with water and salt. Meadow crying ao hard he felt his own chest tighten. He looked down, ears splayed forward at her words.

We don't know that, Meadow. She may have just wondered here. Someone was taking care of her. You can tell by the pelt and her weight.

His face softened as he licked her face. I do know, Meadow. Cause it also could have been me most of mine. I understand. But youre not alone noe and you won't be ever again.

He soothed his muzzle across her head. Gentle wuff against her downy ears.