Wapun Meadow two lovers, entwined, pass me by

At the question she'd asked him, he felt his eyes widened, his heart thumping against his chest. A breath, two passed. No, he said. I suppose you wouldn't have. And that was when it had dawned on him. She truly wanted him around, enough to invite him to live with her. Frederick smiled—not one of charm, nor one plastered on his face to comfort. A fool's smile.

He'd nudge into her, then, resting his head upon hers only temporarily before he'd stand, padding around so that he was in front of her. Wordlessly, the grin still stupid upon his maw, he'd dipped onto the ground with the forefront of his body. A play-bow. And though they were both grown, he felt a joy that made him want to bound through the fields, roll through the grass. To savour the moment. This moment with Milan.

Fredericks' tail waved high above him, eyes shining with mischief. Internally, praying that she would join him. That he wasn't making a fool—the bad kind—of himself