Ocean's Breath Plateau Don't tell Dad the babysitter's dead

Rolayne hadn't noticed Towhee, as her scent had been lingering for a few days now, and he hadn't thought to look for her. She appeared, and his eyes zoomed in on her, watching her movements. He growled playfully with the stick in his jaws when she went into what he interpreted as a play bow. He mirrored it, always up for playing. And she had been a lot of fun when they played a few days ago.

Her stance was short-lived, and her body went down to the ground. Rolayne continued to watch her, refusing to be duped into a false sense of security. She was after his stick and he knew it!

His tail wagged at her words, and he let out a joyous yip around his stick. Rolayne hadn't spoken since he realized they would not be returning to Moonspear, but his body spoke volumes. 

It dawned on him that she might actually not be playing, but he wouldn't let that deter him from trying. He approached her, no manners in mind, and attempted to shove his head against hers, dropping the stick between her front legs. His open jaws let out another playful growl as he tried to gnaw on her neck.