Blackfeather Woods o thou, who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

Since Zephyr had returned, Phillip had been close to him. Stuck to him like glue, only breaking away for tasks he could never recall. He only remembers wanting to return to his companion’s side. 

Love was truly a drug was it?

Phillip came to life when he spotted the familiar silver glow through the trees. Eyes glimmered, heart soared, and there’s something in his stomach that flutters. It’s like love at first sight, only it’d happen a dozen times by now.

The yearling was so happy to see Zephyr, the urgency of his affection goes over his head at first. He basked in it, planted gentle kisses on his neck before he leaned in closer. It takes a moment for the pleasant haze to clear (and it barely does), to notice the initial sharp greeting.

Is everything ok? he asked softly.