Lost Creek Hollow i know your style

his mind foggy, but the realization comes slow—sneaking up on him, alamar feels the heat rise to his cheeks, all the way up to his ears. he glances off to the side, before he looks back to jaime. a smile is curled across his face, something alamar feels like he hasn’t seen in a long time. he didn’t realize it’s worth until it was gone.
... hey, he echoes a greeting, a paw smushes overtop one side of alamar’s muzzle.