Missing Piece

The stranger caught sight of her, and began to skirt around the lake. She grinned, watching his form move through the foliage. She rested back on her haunches, and waited for the other wolf to reach her. She just about lost him in the gently blowing reeds, before he appeared again, close enough not to speak.

His word was a cautious stammer, and she realised he must have been a shy thing. He held himself cautiously, as though afraid of her. She got to her paws, and took a step closer, eyes grazing lightly across his white markings. He was rather a pretty thing, really. “Hello yourself, sweetheart. I’m Keetie. Are you here to see the fireflies?” she asked gently, wondering if he would find his courage and keep her company.