Celandine didn't know and she admitted that was scared, too. Those affirmations alone could have shaken Skoll at his core, but by some miracle, it didn't; and, just like that, it dawned on him that they were at each other's pace. Step by step by step. His ears quivered at the sound of her words and he stole a glance at her before lifting his head. He slowly turned and stepped back so that he could face her full on. She had a point and every bit of it clicked in the turning cogs of his mind.
"We keep living," he echoed back to her, tenderly reaching out to touch his nose to hers. "The both of us."
For a little while, he felt the pressure in his chest lessen... as if he could breathe again. It left him in a small cloud between his parted lips and the pain crackled in his lungs when he inhaled. Perhaps he, too, had forgotten how to live. How to breathe, to keep his heart beating, to remain in the present. Macha and Samael had told him something about these essential things once, about being grounded with his eyes and heart open.
He sniffed and gave a twitchy wave of his tail, lapping at her chin with his tongue before grazing his teeth against her maw without grasping her. "It feels like this wilderness is dying." He let a long pause interrupt him. "It feels like its trying to take me down with it." A gentle touch of his cheek to the side of her face and he could feel his eyes glossing over, "I want to give you so much, Celandine... but I cannot do it here. No kills, no trophies, no songs, no cubs... Not here."