Blackfoot Forest Singeing Through Cosmoses

He was underfed in the ways that mattered. He hungered, yes, but it was nothing a meal of rabbit would slake. He watches her feed and takes some satisfaction in it.

Her scent is memorized.

He breathes deeper, opening his mouth to let the novelty of a new land fill his lungs. Trees in the distance tipped in moonlight sway softly. Faintly, the scent of pack brushes over. He finds it invigorating.

He returns to his raven aligning himself before her with a devilish grin. He purrs when her nose surfaces.

“Do you miss me?”