Cricket Creek Bog just swish your hips and do the dip

any guilt val had for temporarily terrifying his friend was eclipsed by jubilation to see a familiar face again. not just any face either; alyx's -- as neat and as pretty as he remembered.

while alyx danced in place val did the opposite, streaking towards her like a dark meteor overjoyed by his finding - if she stayed still for much longer, he'd be dousing her in affectionate puppy-licks by way of traditional greeting. "alyx! alyx!" the boy chanted, estatic to be in her company again when so much had gone wrong.

prompted to think seriously by her question, val's expression (ears, eyes, tail) fell. "i'm lost."