Sleepy Fox Hollow pumice

He huffed sheepishly, glancing down at the delicate rose nestled against the thick strands of his mane. It wasn’t often that he adorned himself with such things—practicality always won over vanity—but there was something about the way she said it that made him reconsider. But it was a gift.

He exhaled through his nostrils, shaking his head lightly before turning to her with a softer look. I’ll keep that in mind, he murmured, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

His gaze lingered on her for a moment, thoughtful. Then, with a small nod, he added, Thanks.

fade;;? they're so cute...