Redsand Canyon I got a hankering for four wide tires

"there is nothing on my list of tasks which is better than that." he sensed a detachment, and had he not felt it before from fennec, it might have been no question. she mirrored his own studious disinterest. there was no obligation which silently reached from her. 

she lay down again. germanicus shifted in such a way where she might lay her head beside his forelegs, or upon them. 

he would take his nap sitting upright as they had learned to do in their first tour. the birdsong in the forest was a gentle aria. he relaxed against her warmth.

but he would wait for fennec to truly sleep before he followed suit, protective of her peace in this moment.