Honeyed Pasture sheets crumpled, the blankets are cold

Gold guard hair glinting in the sunlight, it was impossible to mistake @Sumac for any other. So it was that, not long after Sumac had reluctantly gained a follower, Dutch came bounding toward him calling, "Mac! Sumac!" at the top of his lungs. His dark tail wheeled high as he drew closer, closer, close enough to utter a breathless, Anurag," with a bright smile in his eyes.

"I wondered when I would see you again!" he said, high-stepping in childish joy as he moved to walk alongside the other man.

He had briefly considered that something awful had happened to the black bear — but Sumac's body language was not heavy enough for such a thing. In fact, Dutch thought he looked a little more settled in himself compared to the last time they'd met.

"Were you just going to pass by without saying hello?" he accused, but there was no real heat in his voice. He guessed, somehow, that they would be seeing a lot of one another.