Hoshor Plains The Winds of Notos!

Where before Winston’s movements had seemed erratic, he now moved rather adroitly. It was, in a word, impressive. Talisman just stood and watched a moment, admiring his new friend’s graceful bounding and wondering why it was so different than before. Perhaps it was simply because he was moving deliberately now, with purpose and a destination.

Before the deer could get too far ahead, Talis broke into a trot. He considered himself a pretty poised fellow himself, though he felt almost flatfooted compared to Winston. He drew up his head and lashed his auburn tail upward to give himself some flair—he knew he looked striking this way—and dashed after Winston, almost as if giving chase.

But, of course, that wasn’t what he was doing. He caught up and loped alongside the larger beast, patient and quiet as Winston cast about for this particularly favorable and sweet berry patch of his.

I adore Winston and this thread, though I think I need to set this little fellow aside for now. Would you care to fade this to black?