Firefly Glen Caledonia

Shrike waited, ears perked and occsionally swivelling to a different direction as he waited for a reply. He’d felt certain he’d smelled her- and he knew well enough to trust his senses and instincts. The fur along the naps of his neck stood up like quills as he waited, and he felt his muscles tense as, at last, a reply came.

There- simple as that. He pointed himself in the direction of Allure’s call and picked up a lope, with the right side of his face angled forward to better allow him to see. He hadn’t doubted that he’d find her- but the sorrow he’d heard in her voice indicated perhaps that she hadn’t assumed she’d find him. 

A garbled, ullulating call was what she would get in reply, as howling while running was a bit difficult; but he wanted to make sure he didn’t miss her again. It wasn’t long, though, before he crested a small knoll and saw exactly who he’d been looking for, and came to a halt, tail waving side to side.

He wasn’t sure how he’d be received; he was aware not everyone would be content to live alongside a significant other who had a vision impairment. So he made his way toward her, ears turned back and tail swinging between his hocks, to appease her in hopes she would not  reject him.