Moonspear watch them build a friend just like you

He felt her touch against him and drew in a breath; he too could smell the rain on the wind. Now was the time for shifting seasons yet again, where perhaps the first kiss of summer would usher in a warmth that had yet to come rushing back in. He too was not bothered by the change of weather, but it was good to know what would come.

A yawn split his features evenly and the world darkened yet again, briefly.

He exhaled it with gusto, full of noise as though that would chase the last dregs of sleep out of his system. A futile effort—movement would clear it out much faster. But he wasn't ready just yet to commit that cause and instead turned his attention to her, returning the gentle touch with a content sigh. Whatever had troubled her seemed nonsensical now; he suspected she had only wished him to wake than sleep the day away.

Preening at the downy hairs of her ear, he thought he would steal quiet moments instead.