Phoenix Maplewood true like ice, true like fire

this can be a fade, if you want!

The sound of him eating filled the air. She was glad to stand watch for him, as he had done and would do for her. She did not look to him as he ate, though an ear remained upon him in case he had anything to communicate. Only once he finished did she look back to him, tail slowly swaying behind her. 

When he moved, so too did she, settling comfortably at his side. Sunday Morning felt good about the course of things, and found herself glad once again that it was he who answered her call.