Give in to me

He felt completely at ease, his amusement spread across his lips for the world to see – except, funnily enough for the one who put it there. He picked up a more intricate tune as she explored the den he had pointed out to her. He remained on the outside, not treading into this place that had apparently once meant something to her. His paw tapped lightly on the snow, the dull thud adding to the music he created with his throat and lips. He had always liked natures music, it must have something to do with being raised on a beach, with the sound of the waves at their doorstep.

He straightened out from the position he had assumed to continue his drumming and easily pranced back into step again, looking for all the world like he had no better place to be. He kept his desire to reunite with his sister tucked away into a little corner, where the fretting it gave him couldn't bother him and take away from the moments of day to day life. “So, Miss fluff butt. Why the desperation for herbs?” he wondered idly.