Cerulean Cape silver-spun and scintillating

He could not believe it; she was there, and he could feel her heart beating against his own. The feathery reaches of her pelt brushed against his, and he could not contain the feverish burn of love that was erupting within his gut. Each jittery movement was accompanied by a whispered whine that rattled in depths of his throat. Her arms were around his neck and he pressed his nose into her cheek, her neck, beneath her chin, and anywhere else that he could reach. Amoxtli did not want to ever forget the scent of his other half. The Tervuren mix wanted to have it etched in the deepest parts of his soul so that he might never be without her again. Still, he could not hold himself still and his legs danced along the ground with each wag of his tail that rocked his rear end from side to side.

The questions that flickered across her face were clear. She had wanted to know where he had gone. The young boy felt almost foolish having left her behind for so long. If he could speak, he would spin her great tales of adventures and treasures that he had found and buried for a later day – for when he could take her there in person. As if to respond, the black-masked male cast his head down the coast and stared off into the great wilderness. Where he had gone, well it didn't matter all that much because he had returned for her. With a sparking realization, Amoxtli looked to her with wide eyes and a beaming smile on his dark lips before he bound back to the sands and sniffed against the earth manically. His tan legs carried him to and fro in search of something and he furrowed his brow in frustration at not being able to locate it. It was his reason for having held it so close to him while he traveled. Sniffing and watching for a sign, he stopped suddenly and pressed his nose into the sands, using his paw to scuffle away the remainder of it.

Clutching the stone in his mouth, the Tervuren mix turned back to his sister and beckoned her to approach him, to stay with him so that he might present her gift. It was not much in comparison to the months that she had spent on her own, but it was his reminder of her throughout his journey. The stone that was held softly between his teeth was the color of a Caribbean sea on a sunny day. It danced with turquoise and teal with shadows of navy. It was shaped roughly like an egg, and polished smooth. He had never seen anything quite like it before, and it was intended for her. Bobbing his muzzle up and down, he spun in a circle and wheezed softly.