Moonspear forty winks

The dark yearling listened to her intently as she explained her choice in paths. It made perfect sense to him that she would seek a social trade set; she seemed the type to warm any situation she became a part of. The way that Meerkat could dive into any scenario and exude joy and confidence was something that had drawn him to her. All the anxiety that he felt – all of the worries that plagued him – were nothing when he could talk to the blonde-coated young girl. She had a way with others that was uncanny, but Atlas was determined to soak up as much of it as he could.
 
Nothing could quell the fear that existed in the back of his head – she wouldn’t last. She would grow bored with him and move on to far more amazing things. This irrational thought left him with a hollow feeling in his gut. Atlas instead focused on the subject at hand: Meerkat’s desired trades.
 
“I think you’d be great at that. You’ve got a good sense of… well… you,” the dark yearling prattled for a moment before he realized that he was just trailing off in some nonsensical way and she was probably thinking he was a fool. “You’re good with talking to others I think,” he finally sputtered. The pale she-wolf was still young and had room to explore the depths of those skills.
 
“Hey! Maybe I could be the first one? You could coach me?”
 
The inkwell’s tail beat against the dirt at this idea.