Little Goat Mountain hitchhiking

her eyes remained on him. he began to realize that he could feel her gaze even when he was not looking- peripheral vision, or maybe just a sixth sense- but he knew he was being watched. his eyes flicker back to her as she crouches, stalking forward briefly before she flopped down to the ground. she'd regained his interest, though he lacked reaction. 

her paws pulled to her chest as her eyes fluttered shut, and athamas gazed at her for a moment. then he imitated- flopping to the ground himself, tucking his pale paws close to his heart and closing one eye- yes, one must be left open to watch, even so. but perhaps in this stillness, sleep might reach out for him once more.