Lion Head Mesa matte iru gēmu

he didn't mean to intrude upon whatever solitude she sought, only exploring the territory upon which they'd taken residence. the cave reminded him of the mountain—ursus's true home—and so he entered, his agouti pelt falling into shadow. 

his eyes remained bright, though, twin beams of verdant light that signaled his arrival into the cave. some light came through, and there he saw her, bathing.

surya stood for a moment, jaw slightly agape, before snapping it shut and looking hastily away. ah, i am sorry, he said, growing warm with embarrassment—and, well, other emotions. she was beautiful, at least from the neck up, her pelt plush, gaze an enchanting blue.

can i—join you? he asked, slowly returning his eyes to the place where she waded.