Emberwood swallows circling with their shimmering sound

You've cat to be kitten me right meow, he thought to himself, ears swivelling uncertainly, attempting to find evidence to back up the claims his nose was making. And she was quiet, but the grass swished around her as she walked, and some of the crickets that'd been kkiirr-iiching behind him suddenly grew silent as she passed.

He didn't know why he'd doubted it. There was no mistaking her scent.

"I was worried about you," he admitted, still not turning to see the woman. There would be no point - not in this light. Besides, there was still a part of him that kept on believing she wasn't really there, despite all his hope and conviction that the opposite was true. It would be better, he thought shrewdly, for both of us.