Autumnal harvest

She always seemed to know what he wanted. As he turned to return to her side she was there, waiting to be showered in his affections. Thoth felt his golden marked lips pull up in a smile as he lingered with his muzzle against her cheek and her scent in his nose. He rolled his eyes back into his head blissfully as she explained the pros and cons to grapes and apples. ”I.. no.” He admitted to her question, he had not seen a grape before. Apples he was much more familiar with. ”Maybe I should follow you?” He offered as he forced himself to pull himself from her fur. Eyes curious as he felt himself grow restless. Maybe he was allergic to something in the orchard.