Silver Creek Empty Pawed

Her smile did not last long, and he knew this for what it was. A faked smile. Yet, he had latched on to the idea of food and rest, and he was eager for a simple fix. He was a bear when he was hungry and tired, it made sense for Amber to be sad. He smiled at words, the smirk hanging at it's typical crooked flag. 

"Well then, I'll take more. I won't be greedy, not terribly so. Five wishes. I'll take five." He watched her for a moment. "Too late to take it back, it's done. Sealed." He poked her gently with his nose, attempting to make her smile. "So when did you get wishes? Wanting me to hunt for you, hmm, madam?" He was teasing of course.

"Food it is for the lovely lady. To return the brightness to her eyes and the smile to her face." He turned to look at her once more as she rubbed her face against his cheek. He traced his nose against her own cheekbone but pulled away before the touch lingered too long. Now was time to find her food, and he need not upset her more by touching her when she didn't wish to be. Of course, this was one of the many few times that Heston was wrong, and it was most likely he'd read her sadness wrong entirely.