Lion Head Mesa puppy

she glances back towards him on occasion, curiosity getting the best of her. what did he think of everything? he was probably miserable, but so was she when she first arrived. her pace is kept slow to avoid tugging — but he was still a beast. worst yet, he could be an ogre. he certainly looked the part, whenever she looked at him at an angle.

and when the sun hits, when both step into Ra's light to greet him, racharra can see it. perhaps if she'd made herself smaller, she could see even more of it. more of her, in him. her gaze rips away from him, and she musters her next words even as the lake sits in the corner of her eyes.