Little Goat Mountain Wayfarer

fenrith’s ears twitched, catching the chuckle in wake’s voice, and his tail gave a small flick as he tilted his head.

no stipulations, no waiting around. less likely if you sit still. he hummed thoughtfully, his weight shifting as if the idea of stillness itself made him restless.

a particular fortune? he repeated, mulling the question over. well, he began, i wouldn’t mind stumbling across something warm to eat. or maybe someone who can point me toward it. his grin widened slightly, a flicker of humor sparking in his brown eyes.

but i guess that’s a little too practical for what you mean.