Lost Creek Hollow In the morning she said "Listen,"

terance inherited from his father the ability to conceal emotion, despite being incredibly judgmental. it would seem that ibis had inherited the same judgement, as well as her mother's complete transparency. at least, terance had always thought she was transparent, up until the day she decided to walk out. he forced away the thought -- he had the option to come with, he made his own decision that day. hers just seemed worse to him.

either way, terance noticed. his smile, though it held it's place, saddened. green eyes rounding as he looked upon her with gentle concern and adoration. he settled beside her into a sitting position, ears cupping forwards. he'd press onwards, he wouldn't make her talk about her feelings... "i hope you'll adjust soon," he did say, though, and the continued, "did you meet any of the wolves here? some of them were in sunspire back when you were a baby." like rannoch, liffey... treason, too. as well as the first batch of liffnoch babies.