Stone Circle You're my favorite book

“I’m taking you on a date,” their first. Her tail sweeps up into broad, playful arcs.

There is not the same boundless energy in her leaps. Weariness tugs at her limbs as she leads them into the rick of trees and down to the edge of the river that is as quiet as one long exhale in the night. Away from the pups- but not far. She wants to tease that maybe they’d get lucky and something would gobble them up while they’re gone and they could get their old lives back, but the worry in his brow makes her swallow the words. She kisses him there instead.

She no longer feels the need to rise over and over with such fire. Motherhood gives her new eyes that are kinder, more patient. Through them she sees everything differently, revealing facets of life like flesh laid open to the bone; the trees, the lake, the pack, and Fig, especially.

In her there is still an imposing guilt, and she fears he’ll see it. She’s not well with the secrets her face tells.

“Figure we deserve one night off.” Are you happy here?

“Besides we haven’t had much time to just talk.” Do you want to leave?

“Sooo what’s your favorite color?” Is this enough?