Shadow Mountain Wire

winter's wake had recently been the subject of profligate devour when it came to the attentiveness of lestan's memory to the details of their meeting.
almost in the manner of a blushing belle waiting to be announced as debutante, he waited, placing special care in his routine of chamomile dosage and perhaps even arranging his fur more pleasantly —
great heavens! and the bundle of things he was carrying went quite to the side as lestan goggled toward that song arcing merrily through the sky.
flustered, radiant, shy — bedraggled in his hurry — lestan traveled timidly to where the snowpanther waited. "how were your travels?" and a thousand blessings to arlette for helping to control the malady of his tongue!