Lost Creek Hollow i know your style

he settles his own head on his paws, watching alamar with soft ocean eyes. he doesn't want to move just yet, but... do you want to... um, go for a walk together? when we get up, the words are quiet, hopeful. he likes walks; it's time to think, time to talk, to have someone's full attention. he's not sure he's ever had that opportunity with alamar. usually they're looking for something, or split up to do separate things.