Sweet Spring Breezes

A brilliant grin spread over his features as he spotted the Armadan Reaper, and he was on his paws with a squirmy, back scratching roll that kicked all four legs in the air before he came to his paws with a thorough, coat rattling shake, sending grasses scattering along with his winter coat, floating away in puffy chocolate clouds and out of sight as he trotted to greet his friend. There was a slight limp, but he was whole, and healthy.

He caught a whiff, first of the oils, but he recognized the oils and what they meant, veering to put himself upwind slightly before he could catch a whiff of the underlying layer as he grinned. No longer a girl, but a woman. She must be going through hell. “It was a good nap, yup. It feels so great to run around again. How are you?”

His hips plonked to the ground with his characteristic cheer, as if he’d never taken a fall off the mountain and spent several weeks laid up. He cast his eyes over her with a grin twinkling in their depths. He was thrilled to see her—part of him had worried that her duties as Reaper meant she’d be unable to travel now and then to visit, and he’d miss the visits quite dearly, he realized.

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