Shadewood lonely man of winter

he cringed at her tone. it was soft and worn from crying he assumed. such a drastic difference from the lighthearted, chipper girl he knew so well.

ah, yes. that is a very common sign. his tail anxiously twitched. he braced himself for those two words that would change everything in a blink of an eye, but they never came.

“yep,” he cleared his throat and shuffled in place. “how are you feeling?”