Northstar Vale Complaining is Verbal Littering

Even if his words held no meaning upon her ears, she seemed to understand his message. She picked up her feet, increasing her pace until she was but a blur upon the wind. Her speed was incredible. He admired it, even as he loped along behind her at his own rate which suddenly seemed incredibly slow. If he was getting fat, he'd have to work on his cardio, but that was for another day.

They broke into a clearing and she circled him, herding him as she might on some kind of hunt. He played with her for a while, making it a more challenging endeavor until finally she grew bored and stope. Kero paused in the chase and slowed, glancing towards her as she ran her tongue across his cheek. Well that was certainly unexpected. His eye widened as she turned, rubbing her fur against his own as she pressed herself against his side.

He tucked his nose beneath her muzzle, lifting it slightly as he nosed through the soft fur of her cheeks. He had no idea what she'd said, but it didn't seem to matter. They were somehow communicating through body language and that was enough. She was fun. Or could be, if she lowered her guard long enough to relax. She was learning.