Moonspear [m] red cloud drifting

She invited him inside. Talis yearned to join her, yet he deliberately took a seat. He needed to keep his distance if he wanted to keep his wits about himself. He could still keep her company from here.

Then her head popped out of the entry. Talisman jumped. He very nearly scurried away. But her scent filled his nose and he couldn’t get his muscles to move. He whined under his breath.

You should go back inside or your smell will draw attention, Talisman said through gritted teeth. Please, Kusuma.