Stone Circle I'm bright as the Oregon breeze

She made his play for him and he’s sufficiently surprised, barbing up just like a provoked porcupine. But there’s something grave beneath all that, he’s immersed elsewhere. Not unlike her.

Her tail wag slows, ears cupping forward to catch offered words.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she says earnestly. The two weren’t exactly friends- not yet, anyway. But she felt he was trustworthy, and in him a kindred spirit. And she supposed that gave her the confidence to check on him, even when they were strangers still.

“Hey, what’s up? I’m… worried about you. Are you happy, Íkaros?”