Rising Sun Valley Dear Fellow Traveller

Blinking in surprise, Louis nevertheless wagged his tail in earnest. There was no reason, as far as he could see, to doubt her sincerity. He felt the draw between them, too, and it was easy to believe their sentiments aligned. She'd said as much, hadn't she?

She was beautiful and strange and familiar and wild. He might as well be a moth drawn to her moonlight.

Nuzzling into her touch, he gave an eager, stupefied little hum and unfolded a paw to wrap across her shoulders, hoping to draw her closer and evade the merest hint of winters chill between them.

"Well... I come from a long line of rule breakers, so I guess a little mischief would be called for." He couldn't entirely keep the eagerness out of his tone at that.

They might be kindred spirits. The way she teased him, he thought he was half in love already.