Vacationing

The male's paws ached to get moving again. This sudden stall in their venture wasn't doing him or Callisto any good. Herbs needed to be picked, roots dug up and nooks explored. Already he could see a brightly petaled bloom with thorns along the stems right past his oncemate. Did Callisto know all of these herbs before them, their uses and applications? He was about to speak and break the minute silence Callisto had brought before them with her pause and voice words of his own. Mainly about what they should be doing about gathering said herbs if it was her purpose to pick some or just see what was where in this place.

But no. She brought up a subject far from his mind now that her season was done and over with. The healer voiced that she was done with his services the next time her body became ready to bare children. Did that mean they would stop seeing each other as lovers and as friends again. A step back in their strange relationship, sure, but as Jakart came to grips with the weight of her words he simply sat and reflected. Was it something he had done? Had he hurt her unknowingly? Anything he could do better? He told himself not to ask Callisto these things and kept quiet, gaze softening as all the tension his body was harboring was suddenly released in a quick breath. So that was it, Callisto not following up by asking that he leave her company, but if anything he would tread even lighter now.

"No," He voiced simply. "It won't be." With that surprise matter settled Jakart would amble forwards past Callisto and went up to the bush he spotted a moment ago and turned back to look at his ex lover. "Do you have an idea what this could be used for?" Broken hearts for one, or a sign of affection. He'd seen roses before, and like their meaning his feelings for Callisto were just as confused now. No matter, for she did not dismiss him and the grey wolf would remain in her company until told otherwise.