Stone Circle Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?

The weight of things unsaid was strange to Louis, usually so bold with his words and his heart. He can feel the absence of... some clarity, some question. It fills the space between their panting like ripples of heat off a prairie fire. But he isn't sure how to ask for any of it, or if he even should.

Maybe for now it's enough to be reunited, and not have all the answers.

He's never been the jealous type. Just lonesome.

Tail wagging, he follows her with his gaze as she circles, grin never fading. "I was curious, why else?" A chuckle. "But I didn't think I'd find you again. Maybe fate wasn't done with us." Does she remember suggesting it had brought them together, before? Is that too bold? He's willing to say it without knowing for certain, and see how she receives it.

Then he flops to the soft grass, rolling onto his side and raising a paw toward her. "I daresay packlife suits you."