Lost little lamb

He watched as she was immediately entranced by the gift. Sorting them by length, and then presumably by sound. At least the sound was soft and gentle enough not to stick his back up. But then, he wouldn’t have gotten her a noisy gift he couldn’t stand. “A wolf was trading them for some pelts.” He explained, he didn’t know if it was something she would enjoy. The pelts were ones he had hunted down and cleaned, and he wanted her to have first pick of enjoyment with them.

When she turned back to him, he grinned lightly down at her as she asked what she could get him. “How about. Hmm… let’s see… you could put your organisational skills to work and sort out the supply room. Ah, no, wait. You did that already.” He lightly brushed his paw across the underside of one of her paws, tickling the beans there. “Oh, I’ve got it. You could design and make some pins for my trade with Avalon?” He huffed a sigh. “No, you did that already too. Damn.” He grinned at her, brushing her toes lightly again.


"Basilisk Fatalis"