Northstar Vale tea leaves

a part of her wished a touch.

not a caress nor even an expression of familiarity; tamar found herself suddenly wondering if his fur was like her own, if the warmth of gentle ears were veined as hers were.

if he saw her as other, less than wolf. more? 

"that is all that can be done, yes?" her mouth came up in a smiling curve, but the shoulder she shrugged was cast in sadness.

yet it was not for him to bear. "there are rabbits not far from here. i am going to hunt them before i go." her ears flicked, for she was afraid to ask him to join as she did not wish to be declined. in this way he was also given room to decline all the same, and she conveyed this with a gentle swing of her tail.