Redtail Rise sonata

The pups were quiet. Ashlar didn't mind usually, but her lack of response still felt like more. He beckoned, welcoming her to follow alongside, and fell into an easy walk towards the river.

The tadpoles grow through the spring, among the reeds and in the mud. Then, when it gets hot, they grow legs and become frogs. He explained softly. That's when they grow big enough to eat, so long as we can keep up.

It would take a moment to find a good spot, a place along the water with a large enough shallow that he wouldn't need to worry about her going out too far or floundering in the water. So he continued on, speaking with no real expectation of answer. I noticed you were there less, when I came. So I wanted to take some time, just us. It was a gentle hint at an invitation, but one that he'd leave open for the duration and even beyond. He was quietly available, for company or even to listen, if she chose.