Deepwood Weald I had a dream that we flew on golden wings

Gently he lay the finches at his feet and smiled at  her snowy white pelt. It is good to see your face also, Moonwoman, Anaa of Moonglow.

He tilted his head and wagged his tail behind him. There was such a stirring of happiness in his chest to see her. It filled the loneliness of his soul. 

Would you like a finch? He motioned towards the birds in case she was hungry and then he looked around. 

It's not often i see you away from Moonglow. Is everything okay? He settled to his haunches to listen, ears perked forward as he waited. Patient and happy to see her.