Silvertip Mountain Will you be there?

Valette hummed along, reassuring him that his falling asleep was ok. He was glad that she'd felt safe. He had too, warm and happy. It wasn't often that he had such luxurious rests. Usually he tossed and turned, or woke up at the slightest bird knocking on his tree. But here, snuggled close to her, he hadn't awoken once. She sounded surprised to hear that he'd worried about her, which troubled him and made him think a bit. Had no one ever worried about her before? He wanted to know more about her past, but wasn't sure when would be an appropriate time to ask. Luckily her next words brought a smile to his face, and made him forget his train of thought.

I know. I promise not to worry anymore. He joked, knowing that it was a promise he wouldn't be able to keep. She told him about the taiga, the six packs she'd met, the land and climate, and even how she'd acted. It was almost as if she was mission reporting back to him. He listened intently, staring at her so she knew she had his full attention. He grinned when she said how she'd been diplomatic and polite. I'm sure. He held a little playful sarcasm in his tone, pretending to mock her. He had no doubt that she'd been in no danger, but that wouldn't stop him from worrying.

Sounds like a good trip. Got any souvenirs for me? He asked, allowing a low hum of his own and wagging his tail.

Whoo my 300th post :D