The cold air of the midnight wind swept across the clearing as Oddear found himself basking in the melancholy air of the evenings breeze.
The moon was bright, not a cloud in site, yet a sadness to her glow as Oddear watched upon her as a guardian.
He lay in the clearing, practically unmoving but his mind a constantly spinning mess as he tried to replay the last few weeks but everything simply felt a blurr. He let his gaze fjll briefly to the medi den where his love slept, oh how he wmatsd to join him... wanted to cuddle Coyotesnarl and pretend it'll be alright but he couldn't lie to himself -- he
wouldn't lie.
Oversized, droopy ears perked, moving to the sound of movement. He couldn't pinpoint where the noise came from but his large nose easily picked up the scent of Monarchwing. He wasn't alone.
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