Sun Mote Copse And I'm breaking down, I think I'm breaking down

He wished, before he left, that perhaps she'd lingered just a bit longer. She didn't seem comfortable with anything beyond pushes, shoves, nudges...But it made him wonder more and more if she would ever soften toward him, bend like a young aspen and lean against him the way his other friends did. He wondered if perhaps her sense of touch might've been heightened, or if physical proximity made her uncomfortable as it shielded her from the rest of the world...But today was not a day to find out the answers to those questions. 

"Later, Fennec," He said softly, before he trotted off in search of his sister.