Hideaway Strath it's not where i reside

He sees her shy away momentarily before looking up to him, emotions welling up in her beautiful eyes. He looks right back at her, a certain concerned sadness swirls in his own orbs for her. What could be wrong? 

Rightly, he’s got no clue, but one thing he does know is that Aerin is tired. He can see it in the way she looks at him and her soft words only confirm it more. So he tilts his head softly to her, slinking up beside the small wolf-dog. Their shoulders and sides brush with how close he gets and he lowers his head softly brush the crown of his head against her cheek. Pilling back a bit to look at her, she would see a silent inquiry in his eyes.

“What‘a wrong, love? Talk to me.” He asks sweetly and the worst part is that it’s horribly genuine. Anyone with eyes could see that he holds real concern for her. “Please,” He quietly pleads, while also trying to give her an out if she wishes to not speak about it.