Moonstone Quarry And The Light may Shine in Your Eyes

He flicked an ear at the sound of approaching pawsteps, a dusting of snow beginning to collect on his pelt. For a moment the male braced himself, years of training leading him to expect attack, but he settled down quickly. The male looked as bleak as he felt. 
"I have had far too many Not Good Days," he answered with a sigh. "Now I am simply mourning the thing that made those days better- at least until he didn't." 
He watched, somewhat tensely for the males reaction. If he made the connection, there was a chance that yet again, he would be called unnatural, and driven off. This place was too beautiful to have blood spilt on it.