Wild Berry Meadow sweet surrender

He heeded her call as if he were a palace guard. He approached her on swift paws, a lifted air about him. He was attentive, greeting her simply. 

She felt like a youngling again, giddy in his presence. But, she mainted her composure, even as a wave of nervousness brewed inside her chest. 

“Hey!” She replied, reaching to touch her nose to his cheek. “Thank you for coming. There’s something I want to talk about….” Her eyes were soft, but the nervousness began to surface. It was evident in her laid back ears.