Moonspear forty winks

It was nice, that moment of shared company.
 
Atlas could not help but feel the quickening of his heartrate and the way that his eyes wandered toward the younger girl. More than this natural shift in attraction, the shade found that he rather enjoyed spending time with someone who took interest in him. How could he feel anything but smitten by the warmth in the brown of Meerkat’s eyes? The way that she leaned against his larger frame, openly and affectionately. The dark Ostrega had never really experienced someone who was both tactile and generous in their company.
 
He rather enjoyed it.
 
Turning to look at her with overflowing interest, Atlas’ brows rose at the words she offered. Her father had been something of a stargazer and had imparted some of his wisdom in her. This was a gift, he recognized immediately. “Oh I love to look at them, but I’m afraid I don’t know a whole lot about them,” the inky wolf admitted to her, feeling heat rise into his cheeks.
 
“Do you think you could teach me what you know?”
 
And though the Ostrega wolves were a prideful lot, Atlas did not seem at all perturbed by asking to learn from someone younger than him. He was all too eager and grateful for young Meerkat.