Rock Collecter

For a time he was alone, with the sounds of the waves lapping against the shore and the seagulls cawing from the air. It was fairly peaceful and he was able to relax as he looked and collected rocks from the shoreline. For those few moments he honestly didn't mind being alone letting himself relax to the sounds around him. It helped his mind become blank and he worries completely wash away. He was almost tempted to just stop and relax in the sand for a bit, but not now. He would once his task at hand was completed.

A voice called out to him, gently pulling him from what he was doing to look at the white female not far from him. She was offering her help, which would mean he could complete this quicker. His tail wagged gently as he nodded.

"I would love the help, looking for some unique stones to border a grave in the weeping woods," he replied with a smile.


"Talk." & 'Think.'