Blacktail Deer Plateau I could use a day or two

When Nieve passed him by, he glanced her way and watched her go; when she was beyond his peripheral line of sight, he turned his attention back to the adults, however, his gaze remained relatively averted. Staring felt awkward, especially when tears began to fall. He wondered if he was overstepping boundaries by remaining there and began shifting his weight restlessly, teetering back and forth between staying and going. Stealing another look at the reunited couple, he was visibly surprised to find Rosalyn looking back. Drawing in a breath, he approached them, tail wagging unconsciously—nervously, perhaps, too.

“You’re back,” he stated, anxiety fading into relief. “Are you okay? Kâk—hungry?” Perhaps he was overcompensating for his lack of efforts following Erzulie’s former return but his concern was very much real; born from the respect he had for her, he worried for any wear and tear experienced.