Whitefish River Would you wait for me

He brought his head down, and she rose up to meet him.
She placed her paws on his neck, now able to plant her face into his fur.
So soft!
If she knew what clouds were, she would compare them.

Her rear legs soon tired and she flopped back down onto her hindquarters, looking up to him as he spoke again.
She looked back to her dark mother, seeing her still resting peacefully.
Ravaryn turned back to Connor with a soft, "Rahh..." 
Maybe he wanted them to make noise again.