Silverlight Terrace i whispered: memory hurts wherever you touch it

@Andr (quite a bit of pp, just lmk if anything needs to be edited or you're not okay with it. <3)

iaghe had not missed the discontent that seemed to cling to andr.

it seemed the mahogany male only truly breathed when they returned to the quiet of their small camp. and he rebuilt his walls every day that he escorted the females into the village's borders for lessons and healing. and lately, funerals.

iaghe had not known the woman but she had been moved by the ceremony. as well as being reminded that life was short.

she did not want to leave anything unsaid, in spite of the fear vulnerability inspired.

dusk loomed on the horizon as the night-wisp tracked her friend's most recent trail, stretching the shadows and casting a golden glow over the waves of grass that parted around her slender frame.

some time later, when she spotted him, a soft whistle of noise escaped her. a breathless bust of sound, hushed to keep from spoiling any hunt he might be on.

her movements curled, leading her to the man's side. she dipped her head, brushing her crown along his cinnamon throat as she fell into step with the he-wolf.

"sa'mo, meles," she murmured by way of greeting, offering andr a rare smile.