Northstar Vale touched by lightning; touched by death

Sad Olo is sad.

 

She shook her head in a confirmed 'no'. It was the answer he had been dreading in those few lingering moments but the answer he fully expected none the less. Silently, he nodded, more to himself then anything as his eyes landed on the familiar forest floor. 

She speaks that she would miss him and his head lifts, just in time that he was met with her face to face, the length of her monochrome muzzle moving over his cheek. He sighs, pushing his cheek against her touch. I dont want to have to miss you.  He whines, shifting on his footing, almost like a child resisting by stomping their feet. 

He pulls forward closer, his own muzzle finding burrow into the fur of her nape and he breaths in deep the scent of the fresh morning dew scent of her coat. If you are ever unhappy, you find me, you here? She was a good woman, caring and warm in both body and soul. She deserved nothing less then the best.