to neverless wonder

She contemplated a bit of an interrogation. She was curious about why he'd come out to the island and what kept him there through to dark. She wondered if he enjoyed the same things she did, as he certainly seemed to. But it appeared he'd finally made up his mind as he turned and began to walk away. Nati felt the sudden chill of loneliness, a feeling that came each and every time she had decent conversation and the hope of a friend, and her voice softened from its previous, teasing tone. "Back at you, Gideon," she replied just loud enough to reach his ears.

As she watched him go, she pondered whether she would seek him out tomorrow. She had yet to explore the mountain, after all, and it wouldn't hurt to have some company. Nati turned once he was out of sight and crawled back into her makeshift den, her tail curling around to cross her nose. Yes, she'd look for him tomorrow and see if he'd like to join.