Bramblepoint But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun.

The startled stranger did not make it far before she stopped short. Viinturuth paused behind her, several yards away, and he hovered with the weight of his own uncertainty. How unpredictable was she? The last thing he needed was to face her fangs, to be inflicted by injury so far from home.

He lifted his muzzle. He did not want to leave her alone.

Tentative, the white rogue dared a single step. Breathe in deep, he attempted to instruct, drawing air into his own lungs through flared nostrils until they were filled, then out slowly. He demonstrated, but did not attempt to further close the distance.

Again.