Moonspear written in the sand

terance snorted again. "no, you're my best friend," he huffed with a wiggle of his butt. as an afterthought, very boredly, the rock added, "rannoch is my best friend too, but you're my beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessst friend." just to clarify. 

he followed her onto his back, paws folding into his chest and hind legs sprawled all around. "stars," he repeated chirpily, tail still wagging. there was so much to think about-- staring up at those stars. and yet terance could only think warm. he felt warm, saw warm, thought warm. warm thoughts. he breathed in a deep breathe. "one day you're gonna be old and in charge and with a buff ass man and some buff ass kids and your life is gonna be rad," he told her. a sincere compliment.