Wapun Meadow two lovers, entwined, pass me by

Fred smiled once more. I know, I know, I'm teasing. His gaze was warm as he'd lean forwards to brush his nose against her cheek, an action both affectionate and somewhat apologetic. She continued, then, mentioning a name: Beau. A single brow quirked curiously.

What was he like? His tone was careful, clearly not wanting to over-step, but still information-seeking. Frederick didn't want to even picture Milan getting hurt, but it was an unfortunate truth in life that everyone gets hurt at least once. The scar upon his left brow-bone and the one at the base of his tail were small reminders of that.

But with the way she had described him, it seemed that maybe he wasn't violent, just... hollow-skulled. Frederick took a breath, searching Milan's gaze. He sat up taller, straightened his posture. Ears perked; he listened intently.