Sweeping Winds

Squirrel was sitting at the base of a palm tree, just staring up at the large green leaves when he heard footsteps nearby and approaching where he was. Head turned, those expressive bronze eyes of his falling upon a large figure, one he noticed immediately as a large fellow slave. They have not had the chance to properly meet because of their Master's and situation, but the boy did want to have the company of his kind. There was a problem though, he couldn't speak and the other one could not see... things would be a little difficult.

Number it was, from what he could remember from their previous pack meeting. He asked what Squirrel was doing here, to which the boy would be hesitant. After a moment or two he would rise to his paws and move away, tail sweeping his thighs as he quickly looked around for a leaf or at least part of one. There. Jaws carefully snagged a bit and he would come back and set it on Number's paws, giving a soft click with his teeth and gentle whine, using his nose to press into the leaf so he could feel it.