Alpine Lake for merely dreaming we were snow

Sable lapsed back into the comfortable silence with a silent sigh. It was better for both himself and his new acquaintance if he didn’t try the speaking thing, maybe. It was difficult enough to think of words, much less speak them aloud.

The wine dark words caught his eye and his ear at the same time, his eyes focusing on Masque as she spoke to him. He clacked his teeth together quickly, pressing his tongue to the back of his teeth, before he shook his head.

No he took a wide, sweeping gesture with his head.

I live everywhere. Such was the traveler’s lot in life. Settling didn’t seem to be in his cards at the moment, despite the itch for company that a chipmunk could not fulfill.