Lost Creek Hollow Printemps

”Only in size,” He said with a soft shrug of his shoulder. She relaxed, and reading her cues, he allowed himself to sink a bit deeper against the ground, settling his head down on his crossed forelegs, tilted so that he could still see the children with a flick of his eyes. 

Ash Star loomed without being loud or large; her strength came from deep within, it seemed. She was steadfast, a stone in a stream so deeply rooted that even centuries of a gentle current would do little to make it budge. 

”I can do that,” He pledged. He preferred hunting prey that he could catch on his own, anyway. He’d sniffed out a warren nearby- he would visit it later. ”Any other requests? Are you comfortable enough? I’m sure I’ve got some chunks of fur that I’m about ready to shed,” He offered.