Hushed Willows Fulfilling a Promise

“Oh, I believe you, Tuft.” She said with a wink. She had noticed that his grin had fallen almost as quickly as it had come, her ears flattened. She stepped forward, coming only just far enough so she didn’t have to raise her voice to say her peace. He needed to hear her words this time. She waited until he paused to let her speak, his question on the back burner for now until she was done.

“Tuft, listen…about yesterday. And, please, stay and hear me out. I had just been through something quite traumatic…I may not feel ready for, well, you know…anything more than building friendships—right now. And I want to be your friend more than anything, so…can you forgive me?” She sat as she paused to let him answer, one ear on the conversation, and the other on their surroundings.