Blackfeather Woods driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air

It doesn't take long to find his lover, thankfully. He smiles in response to the greeting, leaning in with an affectionate nip aimed for just beneath Phillip's jaw. Patrolling, He murmurs. Marking the borders. What are you doing out here? He pulls away slightly, gaze questioning and a touch concerned. Ever since the golden-eyed boy disappeared from Neverwinter Forest, Zephyr can't shake the fear of it happening again. He doesn't know what he'd do if he lost him a second time.