Luneshale Pass Desafinado

Like an animal waiting to be fed he stretched his legs out and arched his head forward, tail swaying above his croup, overt interest flickering between them both. He had several ideas in mind about where she was skilled.

“I will guess that you are talented at seeing,” his lips find their curl, “and hearing,” He eyes her legs as they drive into the still-warm sand.

“But are you good at listening?”