Silence was the only thing the female could provide at the moment; that and the attempt to smother the sad flames that had ignited in his heart with the soft touch of her head upon his shoulder. Though neither had been what he had been looking for from her, he accepted both gestures nontheless, the latter with a little more gratitude than the former.
She was no Counselor and had no obligation to even sit there and listen to his pained laments. Yet there she was, leaning her head in him as she tried to make her warmth melt the icyness that had laced over his shoulders as he had laid in the snow. With a heavy sigh that escaped from his mouth in the form of a small cloud of fog, he turned his head slightly to meet his coal nose with the crown of the female's head. An unspoken 'thank-you' that carried the same effervescent gratitude he had felt when she had been the one to initially welcome him into her the ranks of the Creek.
There, in her embrace and in the Creek, he would remain until she,or any other factor, may it be called death or whatever, teared him away.
