Redhawk Caldera Ever Changing Tides of Time

Good, Killdeer said—but the word was wholly inadequate for the emotions surging up within him. 

Did she feel the same? She seemed awfully quiet. He began to question himself again. Was she only being agreeable for the sake of getting on and getting along, or did she—

Thank you, he murmured. He pressed his muzzle against the crown of her head in a gentle kiss, letting his lips linger before pulling away. His golden eyes lit upon her face, searching for signs that this was in any way a ruse, or a dream, or. . .

I'll be at Moonspear, 'Mal, Killdeer told her. Come find me when you're ready.

When the two parted that day, the man left with a newfound hope. Trepidation as well, in spades—but undoubtedly hope.