Barrow Fields do you believe there is loyalty in a man?

Her solitude was not long for the world––after some time spent prying into the nest of a quail and snaffling the hen's flecked eggs, Lusca heard a break in the woodlot and turned swift on her feet to face the incomer. 

Her tail hung pensile at her ankles, gaze trailing Tachyon as he gaited animatedly toward her. Her ears incurved, chin tucking into her neck as he drew close, and she greeted him with a sharp whine. "Have a good picnic?"