Bearclaw Valley asa no mori

Her galloping footsteps caught his attention. Faster than he had heard before. Typically a picture of grace and ease, seeing her in a hurry was curious. But was it too or from something he did not know.

When she came into view, locked eyes with him, and spoke those honey-glazed words his chest buzzed. Ones he had heard times before and knew referred to him. A humble yet loud smile overtook his face. The feeling of familiarity growing day after day, yet never getting old. 

A gentle sway flowed through his trail and he set the pair of rabbits to the side in a place they could return to them. Taking steps towards her and closing the space between them. 

He looked to her and then in the direction of where she had come. Questioning what she had come across.