Redsand Canyon the olive tree

he did not know what to say, for her apology. maxim had become slowly aware of his unkind behavior. unkind as in...oblivious. his open staring, his blunt questioning. he had become less oblivious to how this made him stick out.

i will, he answered finally, a slow but steady wag of his tail behind him. some attempt to be kinder. friendlier, without the staring.

what do you like to talk of? a genuine question, despite his awkward wording.