The Tundras winds whipped against the mans face when the moment passed. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling, but this time, it stung. He knew she was gone. He'd left ahead of all the others in anticipation. Running away? Yes, but there was no running from it in the end.
He walked out of the camp, making sure the others were settled up in bed, all but the lonesome Keeper watching from atop the wagon. Upon reaching the top of one of the many peaks, he'd let himself go. Tears would flow, heaving breaths behind clenched teeth.
He was so tired of loss. So tired.
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