Swiftcurrent Creek back to the old house

The man would nod at her statements, a brief, friendly flick of the tail marking his appreciation for her welcoming demeanor. He couldn't say that he'd be the same, though. Whether or not he found Adrian, he'd eventually be leaving the creek. The doe-coloured woman was waiting for him, and he wished to find her once more. To stay with her.

Frederick was further reminded of Milan by the compassion that softened Morwenna's gaze, and for a moment, he couldn't help but let his mind become preoccupied. Not until she spoke again, wishing him luck. Thank you, he said, tone amicable, though laced with a weary murmur. I appreciate your reassurance, Morwenna.

He, too, looked at the pup. Letting out a hearty chuckle, he spoke: I'm not sure if she likes me, though, taking up all the space, a cheery sound flowed alongside his words, eyes shining, brows raised. She's clearly not too fond of my size.