Fox's Glade Conflict

Frederick allowed her to lap at his muzzle, closing his eyes and savouring the affection. You're right, he sighed. He couldn't stay forever. But, for now, he wanted to. For Lestan, he could say. When she said to have loyalty to his heart, part of him felt that such a thing belonged to Milan. He hummed, the thought fleeting just as quickly as it had arrived. His gaze creeped open once more, and he would touch his nose to her own should she permit.

Then, he pulled away. Thank you, Milan, his tone was jesterly when he said next: --for listening to me complain. A new light shone within his eyes, and he knew, then, that he would be back for Milan. Soon. Always. Finally, he drew a breath. I'm going to stay there, for now, Frederick said. For a moon. That seemed like a good amount of time, in his opinion. He'd know it'd be time to leave once the snow had blanketed the ground, thick and white.

I'll visit you, his voice was gentle when he spoke to her. Full of pride, admiration, compassion. And I hope, one day, that you will visit the creek with me. And I could say hello to you, in the valley, if your leaderes would allow.

He sighed; But I still need to find my brother, and I'm afraid that I may not find him anytime soon. What would he even do? If he did find him, would they go back to their natal pack? His gaze remain locked on the cobalt eyes of the woman in front of him. He couldn't leave her now. What was he to do? Perhaps he had matured. Maybe he was no longer the rambunctious boy he had been.

Part of him hoped that Adrian's travelled had hardened his spirit. Maybe, then, he wouldn't embarrass Frederick in front of the lass, should they eventually meet.

Frederick blinked back into the current time, back from his thoughts. Stay with me for a little while, will you? He asked, moving to lay by the boulder, inviting the woman to lie with him—or would that be strange? Too affectionate? For a moment, his tail flicked, before he spoke again: Lie or sit, I don't mind.