Grouse Thicket mais oui on se connait bien

 

annunziata paused from the rustle of fragile weed, captivated by a throaty chuff. she slanted her muzzle and flung her eyes towards the shiver of foliage, spying an encamping man bent beneath the sunlit honeysuckle. his dusted form hardly bid for attention, but it was his eyes that commanded his features. annunziata averted her gaze from their seafoam surface, detecting the roiling depths of a hidden ocean beneath his stare.

her breath fluttered in her delicate heart, her soft voice lilting in exhale. "do you live here, have i interrupted you?" an urgency pressed her gentle tone while she hung the balance between fretting for her intrusion and being remorsefully sorry if she had woken him.