Whitewater Gorge The Scars on My Mind Are on Replay, R-Replay

The woman moved back; not an ounce of aggression was found in her pale eyes, yet Haruki stared back with teeth bared all the same. He took a quick moment to turn and check on his sister, who managed a small response of I'm fine. The prince wasn't convinced. He offered a gentle, reassuring lick to her muzzle if she would let him, before looking back to the bewildered stranger.

The fire in his eyes faltered as he appraised her. A woman with a soft aspect and fair coat, with a cooing voice that reminded Haruki of their late mother. Despite all his attempts to appear fearsome, hot tears still pricked at the edges of his vision. "Who are you?" he demanded, voice breaking.