wc: 463
He left to look for her. That was what he said as he seemed to search for more words to say. None came, obviously. Skye had never seen the coywolf at such a loss for words - he had always had a witty comeback, a funny story, a good joke. A comforting word. But now, he seemed like there was nothing he could say. It almost made Skye want to take him in her arms and hug him...but did he really mean what he said? Had he really left...to look for her? Golden and brown hues locked together as they stared at each other's eyes. Skye couldn't look away from the vibrant hues in her love's eyes that seemed to match the golden glow that the fireflies gave off as they blinked on and off in the night. It was like the time at the lake all over again - she was seeing him in a new light, only this light was good.
She saw as his eyes sparkled and they widened, staring right at her - but they seemed to stare through her, too. She wasn't sure what to say, but sitting...sitting wasn't the way to do this, not now. She slowly stood from her perch on the log, dusting off any snow that had fallen on her lap. She slowly stepped towards Bangle, her feet lightly touching the floor as she made her way towards the coywolf, her head slightly cocked. What, exactly, was he trying to say? She stopped a few inches from him, no doubt making him more nervous. Good! He deserved to be nervous!
Anger, however, ebbed away as he assumed his rough and choked up apology. He was wrong, he said - he didn't mean what he did. He wasn't able to complete his sentence, the one where he...she...what? What was this person trying to say? She looked into his eyes, and felt her anger slowly draining away until there was none left. He had been wrong to run away from his troubles, but he hadn't run away - he had come back, for her. To say this. To say these words and to comfort her and to make her stop being sad and crying...he had left, but he had also come back. She realized that she believed him when he said he didn't want to run anymore. He didn't want to run from the pack, from his home...from her?
And then he asked if she really meant what she said. Her mind traveled back to the fight they'd had, when she had blurted out that she loved him before dashing off and coming here. Had she meant that?
"Yes," she whispered. "I did."
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