Hushed Willows a world apart; a dream

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At the sound of another's approach, Kincaid lifted his head to peer around, and eventually caught sight of a greyscale male heading in his direction. He was surprised to find himself the larger male, for once, and immediately appreciated the man for his smaller stature.

"Howdy," he replied, rather bemused by the stranger's undeniably sweet mien. He thought they could use a few more like this one in the world. Then he thought, Probably they've all been eaten.

The ruddy male rolled onto his back and wiggled until he could reach the stranger, and tried to pincer him between two reaching, fawn-colored forelimbs. The sun and the lazy breeze and the slow shift of the sun was setting him all at ease — it was so peaceful, here, and in the absence of Nine Lives to frolic with, he was willing to try and get just about anyone to wrassle him.

Kin tried to land a painless and impish bite on Caw's paw, legs still wheeling oafishly in the air.