Wapun Meadow two lovers, entwined, pass me by

Her words were sweet, a reassurance that made a warmth flood within his chest. She'd missed him, too. An honour, he felt. And he was glad to hear that the Valley had, indeed, been treating her well. They had returned from the hunt, she said. A good thing at that: it meant she'd have some company.

But then she spoke of a man, Cole, and a strange feeling budded within the goliath. A twinge of, almost... envy. He blinked for a moment. What was he like? Is he good to you? He pushed out, a strange expression upon his face—one he couldn't name. He studied her face, though, blue-green eyes moving between her own sapphire ones.

He wondered, maybe, if she'd taken a liking to Cole. Suddenly his throat felt very dry.