Fox's Glade Conflict

If Frederick was feline, he would be purring with such great intensity that the ground beneath them would, too, start vibrating. He watched as she settled down next to him, his tail flicking against her pelt, swaying slowly, a testament to just how relaxed he was. How calm he was, being with Milan.

Thank you, he smiled. Though part of him twinged in both curiosity, as well as protectiveness. Frederick being one of the better ones. To him, he was just an average man. His heart ached for Milan, should she have experienced anything other than respect and common decency. You are an even better woman.

For a moment, he surveyed the glade, ears perked, watchful, before he rested his head against the ground, grasping for this moment and holding onto it. Keeping it within his grasp for as long as possible. Maybe we can just stay here for a while, he chuckled, turning his head to angle his sight towards Milan. Just us.

Just us. He would savour this; both now, and when it became but a memory--he would keep this moment in the back of his mind. A comfort. A reminder that, no matter where he was, someone was waiting for him.

happy to end here if you are!!