Fairspell Meadow See and Wait

"Pancakes, huh?" Louis tests the unfamiliarity of the name, but finds he likes it. "That's a beautiful name." He bows back to her, one paw lifted to his chest. It's only polite. And she's given him reasons to smile, today.

He takes a moment to ponder the rest of her song. He thought - maybe she was flirting with him. But butterflies didn't speak like wolves, or at least Pancakes didn't, and it felt a little presumptuous to assume. All the same, he winked at her. He'd never flirted with a butterfly before. That seems only polite, too, at the very least.

And she was right regardless. There were people out there who loved him, weren't there? His parents, his sister. He had a home, far away, and he knew they must think of him at least as often as he thought of them. "Someone does." He repeated, nodding wistfully. "And that's a comfort."

He was still hurting, even so. "Not everyone loves the same way, though, do they? Sometimes we want something someone else can't... or won't, give." A sigh. "It must be hard when very different people want to love each other, and can't find a way to." He said it as if he hadn't felt the sting himself. The distance made it a little easier to think about. He doubted he'd fool Pancakes, but maybe she wouldn't look too hard at the observation. Maybe she'd sing again and he'd forget all about it.

Maybe it was better not to brood.

"But I don't want to drag you down. You're a beautiful lady, and you should be soaring high with your lovely songs." He grinned at her, tail wagging a little.