Grapevine Fires

"I'm looking for someone." He chattered after crawling into the den. It was warm in the small space, cozy almost. He fought to keep his eyes open as they adjusted to the light. He gazed upon his savior with complete gratitude, his tail drumming against the earth. "Who are you?" He asked with a small grin. Friendliness had never been a weak spot of Jyla's. He always had friends growing up, and whenever he stopped it wasn't without making one or two friends along the way. He regretted leaving them behind obviously, but his mission was far more important to him than any of the friends he had made, blood is after all thicker than water.