Fairspell Meadow Spurs

he's a sweetie

She studied his differing fur, and where she was mostly a solid color, he was not. He remined her of the pussy-willows that colored the shores of the ponds, with the water grass that touched it's bows. Pretty and precious against a backdrop of blue there near the water's edge. Though she imagined this male wouldn't like it much if she called him pretty. 

His laughter was warm like him. A little bit husky, but she returned the warmth with a wag of her tail. Your laugh is nice, you should laugh more often.

It was all she said, she was a truth speaker in most everything, even if in some aspects her truths made other's uncomfortable. 

I have no doubt it will, Reno. However, the mini adventures along the way might as well. 

She moved forward, her yes on the forest in the distance, his next question drew her pause and a small ache began in her chest, she missed her parents. She had left them to strike out on her own and that she didn't regret, but she did miss them all the same. She was certain she'd never see them again.

It was pretty. Tall trees reached towards the sky and little animals skittered among it's boughs. But like all things, game got scarce and animals left the forest. And my family and I went our separate ways, but yes we were close. I will always think of them fondly. Father was very serious, surprisingly so, and my mother, well she was as flighty as a sea breeze, but in the best possible way.