Wild Berry Meadow Maybe I'm the one who's changed or the one to blame

i couldn't resist

castor had noticed some kind of tension in bridget as she became more familiar, though what it was he couldn't say. maybe she was naturally like that. maybe he was misreading. but he'd always thought of himself as perceptive, so he didn't think twice about acting on gut feeling and trailing her out of the territory when she went.
he didn't follow her immediately; the sun was beginning to sink when he reached the meadow where her scent was fresh. he approached in silence, offering a friendly chuff to announce himself and a few swings of his tail.
hey. mind if i join you? i'm sure i could find my own corner of the meadow, but yours looks nice, he greeted her with a smile, trying to give her an easy exit if she wanted to be alone. he figured a semi-chaperoned exploration of the meadow would be a good enough excuse to alleviate any awkwardness.