Hushed Willows The songs you grow to like never stick at first

She did not, in fact, head back to the den. Why would she? In hindsight, he thought, she most likely couldn't understand him. Or probably much of anything beyond babbles.

No, instead she took his word as an invitation to play. He registered that, sure, but Abel still stood like a deer in the headlights. When was the last time he actually played with someone? If such a time existed it did not come to memory in the moment. 

He struggled to figure out what exactly to do then, and more importantly how. Eventually he'd opt tentavily reach out and attempt to flip her right side up with a gentle paw.