Blackfeather Woods driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air

Phillip’s tail wagged when he spoke, and he let out a small chuckle when he received a kiss. Happily he followed. 

Had he been with anyone else, silence would drag on until the other spoke. It doesn’t last long with Zephyr. There’s so many birds here, he pointed out. Amber eyes glance up towards the trees before his gaze returns to the other man. It’s like they get louder every time I patrol and, well, I can’t help but stop and listen.