Bearclaw Valley and heaven knows,

on the borders, looking for @Milan but otherwise AW to bearclaw wolves!! maybe @Ameline or @Cole? eyes

The first party he would apologise to was the one who he had severely mistreated that day. Milan, the bearclaw woman, of which the border he stood behind belonged to.

He also thought that she might just be the love of his life, but he did not understand that yet: romantic love was not a thing of his past, not something he had experienced before his arrival to teekon. In his world, everyone had been family; of the blood kind, too. There was no leeway for any potential endeavours.

And so, this was a fresh experience for the goliath.

Tilting his white head back, he let out a long, beckoning howl. He would not be offended if the woman did not heed it, but he would probably be a little heartbroken. If she did not come, would that mark the end of whatever they had? Their talks, their friendship? Had it been more than friendship? Did Milan want more than that?

Frederick did. He did not know the word for it, but he was certain he did.

He would wait, now. Waiting for her, for any sign that maybe, just maybe, she still cared for him the way he did her. His heart was drumming in his chest, fragile and holding on for all that was dear to him. Praying that she would appear. Nervous. Sweat beads collected upon his skin. Sticking to the base of his hairs.

Waiting, waiting, waiting.