Wapun Meadow two lovers, entwined, pass me by

The man gave a breath of relief. Alright, he said, nodding. Milan met his gaze, speaking of his aunt's spiritualism. She was mostly self-taught, I believe. But there was a woman, once, long gone by now, who visited my aunt when I was a child. I think Lottie might've learnt it from her. He clicked his tongue absent-mindedly.

He hummed, then. Tail flicking against the doe while he thought. I think my mother has a new husband, now, he murmured quietly. He remember her swollen belly, pink, and then the mewls of another litter only a moon before he had left home. He wondered how they were. Hearst, I think his name was. He searched his memory for more, ignoring the implication of the words 'new husband'. But if Milan asked about it, he would answer.

I actually don't think a lot had happened in my life before I left home, he said. There were things that he believed wouldn't be appropriate to share just yet. Maybe in a few moons time, when, he hoped, they were closer. With a chuckle, he added: I hope you don't think I'm boring.