Hoshor Plains Heart like yours is rare to find

I haven’t been able to tell him. His heart sunk at her words, his gaze falling quickly to his paws. “Oh, well. I’m sure he feels the same way.” That’s what friends did right? Encouraged the other. “Why can’t you tell him?” It wasn’t like Speedy to be shy, despite his continuing question, Emrik’s dual gaze remained fixed on his paws, only lifting to look out across the plains and then back at his paws.

He knew that taking one look at Speedy would provoke his own confession, and there was no way he was going to ruin her chances to be happy for his own selfish reasons. There was a rock sitting at the back of his throat that he desperately tried to dislodge, but found he couldn’t. God. He mentally cried, his paws itching with the desire to flee, to be anywhere but here having this conversation.