Silvertip Mountain So now I just sit in silence.

A breeze brushed into her sand-painted fur; tail and left ear twitched at the feeling. Agana tilted her head a little to the right, golden gaze focused on his emerald orbs. In a moment, her gaze lifted to heavens, a deep sigh escaping her now smiling lips. “Even if we are miles apart, we watch the same sky, the same stars.” And it was true; it was the same sky everywhere, so the fact that they may be watching it bought a warm feeling into her.
 
“Oh?” Attention focused entirely on the large ebony male beside her. The sand female tilted her head more to the left, attempting to rise an eyebrow (which, of course, failed.) “How large?” Agana imagined how life would be if she grew up in a large family — with two or three more siblings to share her parents with — in fact, no, she wouldn’t like it. So she shook her head (similar to when you have an insect in your hair), and focused, again, entirely on the emerald-eyed male.