Lost Creek Hollow every time we have no control

just as sarah hard avoided terance, he had avoided her. 

terance was not, by any means, angry or upset at sarah. he was quite the opposite, actually. he was thrilled she was here. every day he thought of how blessed he was that she was alive and well. but she was the bearer of bad news, after all, and try as he might not to kill the messenger -- sarah was a reminder of him that the two wolves he looked up to more than anyone else in his life... were gone.

he'd held himself together at first, especially the day of. he couldn't let sarah see how badly he hurt, especially how bad that news was on top of everything else in his sorry life. he almost crumbled daily -- until he moved on. but even then, terance avoided the fact that he'd been avoiding her. and now -- in his mind -- it was just a mess. but maybe it made it easier for them both that they had both been avoiding one another... or maybe worse.

either way, her appearance surprised him. 

terance looked up as she approached. even as her gaze was not on him, his was on her. he studied her as she looked upon his children, a small smile brushing across his features. she was quieter now than terance remembered her... but maybe he was too. they do, he returned with a wag of his own tail, sweeping it across the ground, i think maia and the others were about this big when we left. despite everything, terance still looked back upon their departure with fondness. 

he ventured, how are you?