Sleepy Fox Hollow Folk star

he too stood down as brook took her leave, and caught the sunflower glimmering of wylla's eyes. when the rawboned yearling was out of earshot, the general cleared his throat, pretended to be quite intrigued by the snow underpaw a long moment before he blinked at her turning form.
"you vere not going to tell me?" the gargoyle inquired, hurrying to fall into step alongside her. many things would change if his assumptions were correct. and somehow he also was hurt, for she had become quite enthused with her lone-times, and spent it away from him.
unfair, he chided himself, knowing that the thoughts arose only for he now knew her scent, and that it had changed.
perhaps, suspicion too made its merry bed in his pained heart, but for not he kept that to himself, turned his face away, awaited her words.