Moonsong Glacier To regard the frost and the boughs

He made his attempts at the new words. But when she sensed the discomfort and unwillingness to try again, she didn't press, nor try to correct him. 

The steps, she took notice of, her head slanting sideways. 

He wanted to leave?

Follow? A question lingered in her eyes.

And when he took a few steps more, attention focused on her still, she had her answer.

Chuffing lightly, her tail danced behind her, feet carrying her forward to trail after him.