Bearclaw Valley and heaven knows,

you're not selfish, he breathed quickly, lifting his leg to brush his paw against her foreleg. no — they don't mean more than you, milan. and he felt himself worrying, then, that he had made another mistake. but his principles, his morals were firm within himself. loyalty was important to him, and he felt he was being stretched thin between two different worlds. between bearclaw and swiftcurrent.

and he did not know. he had no answer for her, only that something deep within him guided him, told him to stay close to those that had offered help, even though it hurt milan in the progress. but before he could speak, tears begun to flow from her oceanic eyes, and frederick's heart shattered into a million pieces, watching the biproduct of his own decision. if only he had met milan first, perhaps things would've been easier.

nosing her tears away, he sighed, pulling back when she looked down towards her feet. look at me, milan, frederick murmured, then. tone soft, almost intimate. careful, gentle, caring in all ways that one could be. please. let me see your face.