Whitefish River [m] lava lamp

He reclined on his haunches and soon enough slid down onto the ground soon after Grezig. Her words felt odd to him. No on had ever...thanked him for such an action. No need to thank me but you're welcome. He kindly returned in deep tones with a dip of his head. Briefly he groomed himself, slicking down the ruffled fur on his side.

If...that did not help any, I do not mind offering myself in a more productive way. An ear to listen, a working set of paws or maybe she would want him to simply disappear now. It had been his original intention to be a kind presence for as long as they were in contact and it seemed that hadn't changed.