Fox's Glade Conflict

Frederick let out a light grumble as he rested his eyes, taking in her scent, her warmth. Her question met his ears and he chuckled, a soft breath out of his nose. No, he sighed. His tiredness was his own fault. They're good. I'm just... Frederick stood up then, opening his eyes as he hummed. He scanned Milan's face for a moment, peering into that sapphire gaze, before sitting back on his rump with a huff.

...Conflicted.