Swiftcurrent Creek made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

Had Eshe been more cognizant of her actions, she wouldn't have snapped, but the anger that consumed her was blinding. When he departed, and she was truly alone, she continued along the worn path towards the creek and sat next to the water once she made it. She cried freely, allowing herself to feel everything as she considered the situation at large; at one point, she even contemplated whether or not they were right for each other.

Eventually, by mid-day, she was drained by it all. Her appearance matched; her fur was disheveled, her eyes red, and an ever present frown touched her lips. There were no tears left to cry and nothing else to think about, which meant she was ready to talk again.

She howled for him, inviting him back.

He didn’t accept and kept the distance that she’d asked for.