Heron Lake Plateau Just a wasted puzzle piece

As if on cue, or summoned by some distant thought, Colt ahowed up. His manner was easy and casual, as always, but by now she thought she could decipher a trace of concern, or at least genuine interest when he spoke to her, asking her about her trip. She nodded, moving forward to greet him, and swallowed the sticky blood off her tongue.

”We di’h wha we wen to do,” She replied, working her mouth in such a fashion that she could avoid tapping too near her sore, empty canine socket. She drew near him and without hesitation, she outlined his right shoulder with her muzzle until her chest was pressed up against his. Finally, she could feel some semblance of relief.