Meadowlark Prairie toothaches from kissin' me

there wasn't anything for him to say on their way there. however short the walk had been, roan wasn't a man of many words. synder knew this by now, and she didn't prod him for it. she didn't prod him for much, at that, which he was grateful for.

when he reached the crest of the hill, he cleared his throat, stepping out of frame for her to lay eyes on the small memorial he'd built.

it ain't...much. he said, shifting on his paws, however brief, to sit down. the look in her eyes was something that he didn't enjoy. how determined she was to climb head first into that gorge, to keep going when her leg thrummed with pain.

they weren't going back there. but this is what he could muster in such a short time.