Valley of Gold We'll sleep when the morning comes

He followed for as long as he could but she was much faster and before he knew it, she was gone, leaving him alone and disappointed. He though he was going to get to meet her husband—that she would take him home. But maybe she was just toying with him. It happened more than he cared to remember. 

Still, he waited just in case she came back. But she never did. Someone else came, and he was adorable. Hawthorn wanted run his nose through his fur. He probably smelled really nice. He wondered if this was the husband and if he maybe wanted to play too. Regardless, Hawthorn took a few steps forward, still a little unsure. He hadn't said anything yet. If anything, he looked a little annoyed. Hawthorn wagged his tail, his ears falling submissively. He stared for only a moment and then he was letting his front half drop into a play bow, his tail waiving above his head.