Moonspear like a lost puppy

He felt Kusuma’s muzzle brush the back of his neck and the warmth of her breath when she spoke to Sialuk. His eyes trained on the leader, while of course avoiding meeting her gaze. He didn’t often see canines paler than himself. Perhaps it was narcissistic but he thought her light features were exceptionally pretty.

As much as he would’ve liked to stay there and silently admire her—and provide support to his friend—Talisman sensed he wasn’t necessary for the remainder of this conversation. Besides that, he was very achy and tired. His back still smarted from Kusuma’s brief contact with his tender, broken flesh.

I’ll be waiting over there, he said quietly to both women, pointing at the nearby healing ulaq. You’ll be okay, Talis said to Kusuma, giving her an encouraging prod before his eyes swept over Sialuk. It was nice to meet you.

He’d love to chat with the head again someday soon, though just now he slouched toward the hollow log. As soon as he set foot inside, he slumped gently to the ground with a muffled groan. He maneuvered himself so he faced outward to keep an eye on the situation—and so Kusuma could see him—but he let them proceed without him.

You can skip him since he’s on the sidelines now. :)