Blacktail Deer Plateau Here we go again

She missed the vacancy of his gaze as his mind slipped to horror—all in the blink of an eye. Instead, a muzzle pressed often to his shoulder as she quietly fussed over him, reveling in the notion he was home, and he was safe.. if not a bit more scuffed up than when he had set out.

“You’d be correct on both accounts,” she mused, sweeping forward to one of the clearings of the plateau, nose bent down as she sniffed about for one of the caches. Honeyed gaze drifting upward, she arched a brow at him. “What did you find when you were away?”