Wapun Meadow Warmth

I know, I know, he said with a low huff, still smiling, however. He'd move closer to rub his shoulder against hers: a sign of affection, should she allow. He flicked his tail. I feel very special with this necklace, Frederick explained. He scanned the meadow once more. I only wish for you to feel that, too. He hadn't known her for long, but he knew that she deserved it.

Then, he took a few steps away from her, looking backwards with inviting eyes. A pretty flower would be beautiful on you, though, you know. Then, the man turned his head, continuing to walk—this time, with gentle paws. Careful to analyze the flowers below him that dotted the meadow. His tail waved as he walked along, peering into the grass, following the floral scents. Looking for something sapphire.