Wapun Meadow two lovers, entwined, pass me by

And it was the sight of her that almost seemed to make time slow down. Watching her bound towards him, that smile upon her face, so joyful to see him. He was the object of such enthusiasm, such care—and it was that reassurance was worth more than anything he could ever be gifted.

Milan, his voice was soft when she approached. He'd crane his neck to reach her cheek, nudging against her, taking comfort in her. I'm okay. But... was he, though? When it came to his brother and the creek, he supposed it was as 'okay' as it could be. But when it came to Milan... I missed you.

He pulled away from her for a moment, studying her face. She seemed healthy, well-fed. And the pack-scent on her had grown exponentially. How have you been? Bearclaw Valley seems to be treating you well, yes? And if they weren't, he may just go have a personal word with them.