Whitefish River The white wind calls

Speedy sniffled and swallowed, confused again by his words. It seemed she had misunderstood what he was saying. He didn't want to leave her, at least not permanently. He didn't want to end their marriage. He simply wanted to go out exploring for a little while and do what he had always loved to do. And now he thought she was giving him an ultimatum. 

She leaned into the affection, overcome with relief, which only made the tears flow even more. She didn't like imagining a life without him in it. She nuzzled him for a few moments while she tried to collect herself. Sniffling again, she leaned back just enough to look at him. I'm sorry. I misunderstood and thought you weren't happy being married to me. She shook her head. The tears had at least stopped now. Please, take your trip. I want you to be happy and I want you to be able to do what calls to you. It was easy to see that he felt the same way about scouting that she did about healing. I'll miss you, but I'd hate for you to feel stifled. That would certainly lead to resentment and problems between them. She replaced her face against his neck and nuzzled him, glad that this had all just been a terrible misunderstanding.