Sly Fox Sand Dunes [m]e and you and awkward silence

he remained where he was, relaxed yet concentrated on the words she spoke. she talked of impossible feats of magic and other sorcery as to how she would appear when he called for her. he chuckled, not at her words but at her own laughter, as if it was contagious and catching. "i look forward to seeing that," he replied with a wink, curious to see how she would surprise him.

and then came the part of every conversation, of every unplanned fling. the goodbye. he caught on that she intentionally covered her first set of words, though it mattered little to him. he had no intention of following her even if she had revealed where she was going.

he rose to stretch out limbs and give a yawn before shaking his fur clean of any sand that clung to him. "until we meet again," he let out with a toothy grin. he gave her a moment to say any last goodbyes before giving a final nod farewell and turning to begin his journey towards the north.