Vespers of Summer

A fleeting grin answered the fiery male’s musing at the helpfulness of primates. His philosophical observations of how challenges meant one had to use their brain a bit more brought a thoughtful nod of agreement, and her eyes twinkled at him as she added, “And allowing emotion to hinder one’s mind in a fight can lead to very painful consequences, indeed.”

He confirmed her suggestions that his glowing pelt would make a useful light in caves, though he added that prey must be highly incurious about that glow. Perhaps it was only fish, something the Nomads had told her about during one of their visits.

Her jaws parted in a grin as Ignatius suggested exploring the cave, using his coat as a torch, answering cheerfully, “Of course. Opportunities are meant to be seized, after all.”

She leaned toward the crevice and peered in, shifting herself to the side to allow any light from him to enter the depths. It woke up that sense of adventure in her soul that she usually kept reined in unless she was out with Amos.

She rocked back out of the crack and said, “First, let’s leave a good scent on the wall here, and make sure we leave a mark every long distance or bend so it’s less likely we’ll get lost.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think