Paint the colours of the wind

He startled almost imperceptibly as he felt her lean against him. He turned slightly, breathing into her neck but not leaning down and planting that kiss that sat in his heart. Instead, he patted her shoulder gently. Knowing this gift said the things he wasn't allowed to say, filles in for the actions he couldn't take. Or at least, he fancied it did.


“The trader wouldn't give up those secrets, but perhaps another pack might know how to make them. In the meanwhile, He said he'd come back this way so we can stock up again. So don't be afraid of running out.” He told her, skirting the comment im what he had traded. “You should paint some of the cave walls’ he suggested, knowing a bit of color would bring life to the Col.