Sex: MaleNext on his to-do list was visiting Pookastone but Cyril wasn’t ready to leave the realm of the willows just yet. Not until he had seen his closest friend. It had been far too long since he had last seen the inky Archer and he felt guilty for not visiting her sooner. Especially after what had happened with her father. He had not expected a visit from her as he knew she was still grieving and adjusting to the new life in the Ridge. Cyril knew that if he moved on before seeing her Adeltra would never let him forget it. Hell, he may never even see her again.
He lingered after his meeting with the leaders of the Ridge, sticking close to the borders to dodge coyotes. The ebony yearling had already called his friend and was now playing the waiting game, his long legs moving silently beneath him as he paced along the invisible border. His heart thudded in his chest as his excitement levels increased, his tail sweeping behind him as he waited for her arrival. He hoped things had gotten better for her. She did not deserve everything she had been through. Neither of them did.