Bramblepoint i got sugar and salt in my blood

Almost timidly, she chanced a tiny peek at him out of the corner of one moonstone eye. She glimpsed the bright expression on his face. Just seeing that made her throat close up and with it a fresh wave of emotions. Some small part of her wanted to surge forward and give him a heartfelt little hug, but Tzila remained rooted firmly in place. "Y-yeah, thanks. The beach was nice but this..." Her eyes traced the lengthening shadows that were beginning to creep over the trees. "...is more my taste."

He may notice her scent was different this time. No shred nor trace of a pack clinging to her fur. Things had changed since the first day they met. Comfortably, she rested her inky head on the mossy surface of the log, but still avoided his eyes. How long would it be till one of them cracked and brought up why she had ran off? If only he knew it wasn't his fault in the slightest. "What brings you out all this way?"