Honeyed Pasture Rascal Hog

He tilted an ear forward. A shy, uncharacteristic smile on his face. One he hadn't needed to wear in sometime. Having avoided most heartfelt conversations with anyone and everyone, except Moonwoman and Shikoba. But his deeper nature would surface. As it always did.

He listened and took her words. He held them. As he turned them over. A breath of silence. It stretched, but it wasn't an uneasy one, at least not to him.

He studied the trees carefully. Watching. Wondering. Would the others accept this. And if they didn't? Could he leave such a place behind.

Thank you. I will keep it close. But I can't say I wouldn't relish a forest life again.

A soft hum.