Hideaway Strath Call of the wild

His smile remains as he pulls back and asks her what it was that she needed. She doesn’t waste time in telling him either, and even then, he doesn’t show any instant signs of displeasure to her words. The only things that concerns him is whether or not she’d be coming back. Something she didn’t stare at all. 

So after she’s spoken, there lies a silence between them and he can tell she’s eagerly awaiting his reply. His face still holds the ghosting of a smile as his rump meets the grass in a comfortable sitting position. He nods slowly, lazily, to her and finally speaks himself. 

“I have no problem with this. As long as you do intend to come back of course.” He chirps easily. He seems to be in a good mood and it shows in his bright yellow eyes as he gazes absentmindedly upon her. “I would have one favor to ask of you if you leave then. A task or mission so to speak.” Comes his most convincing, silky smooth voice. That handsome smirk back in his face. “What say you? Would you be interested?”