Cerulean Cape laughter of the past

She stood in though, and he watched her, waiting for her response. Even though he hoped she would come, he knew that this was her choice, and that she was her own wolf, of her own mind. 

After a pause, she spoke her response and he smiled a small smile, “Of course.” He sniffled, “I will be waiting, Esma. And thank you, for joining me on this journey.” 

He reached forward, simply touching his nose to her cheek. “Be safe, wherever you go.” If he was completely honest with himself, she felt like a daughter, yet, she was not, and he wasn’t sure if she felt the same way. Until then, he had to let go of his friend. If you love something, you let it go, and if it comes back, it was meant to be. 

He then turned his body around, to head back towards the island. He looked back once more before he trotted away.