Sun Mote Copse a quiet resolve

He was roused from his thoughts by the call of another, an ear turning to meet the sound before the rest of his head followed suit. She was a hard thing to miss even in low light; the starkness of her coat may as well have been a beacon in an otherwise growing void. Of course that void was none other than the foliage that encompassed their general surroundings, which until recently had been boring in his estimation. All foothill scenery was largely the same, at least until the elevation started making the trees lean and test the wills of their root against that of gravity.

He studied her openly instead, wondering if from her vantage point there was anything of particular interest to glean. Fair was fair and as they both knew, it never hurt anyone to be safe than sorry. His tail offered a couple of friendly wags — he had no desire to stir trouble either. It was as simple of an invitation as he could give short of opening his mouth, which he normally would have, had he found the right words to say. Far too much time had slipped in where his sisters had beat him to the punch, and far too much time had he stocked away an arsenal of witty rejoinders to their speedy salutations.

But whether or not she would leave the safety of the brush was another thing altogether.