Bearclaw Valley mercury in retrograde

her heart shatters.  oh.  so he could speak, too?

and she couldn't.  her tail beats furiously against her legs, now lowered and as her companion comes to her aid she turns to him, tongue seeking his lower lip to assuage him.  no, no, it's okay, he's okay!

she turns back to her brother and drinks in his scent, darting about in a doglike fashion between the two, trying to diffuse the situation.