Cerulean Cape i'm in love with truth and sick and tired of this youth

a voice called to her — an unfamiliar male, who she saw was rather scarred and worn when she turned and rose on her forepaws to peer out from her sand pit. she gave an excitable woof and wiggled in his direction, whipping around rabbit-quick to resume her digging in a gesture of invitation. he could only understand if he experienced the joy of it, after all!