dont you bore us

He hung where he was for a split-second, his gaze struggling to see the details of the other through the dark. The sun had gone now and the moon was up, illuminating his pale body with a complimentary light. A voice slipped free from the other to greet him, urging with a certain kindness that he stay. The white beast’s blood turned to ice and his heart skipped a beat as his next breath escaped him slowly, silently, like he didn’t quite want it to leave. Something in that voice – it was so different, yet so familiar. Older, different in the mere manner of speech. It couldn’t possibly be… And yet, he quickly swung his head to the left, turning his face away to hide whatever glimpse the female might spot. ”I cannot,” his gruff voice would reply quickly,  sounding somewhat forcedly dismissive.

He would turn his whole body then towards the cave mouth, his flowing tail following behind him with odd grace. His heart pounded. This couldn’t possibly be happening – not already. He figured there was a good chance he would run into someone, but no this soon. Not immediately. He wasn’t ready for it. A soft exhale was forced from his lungs, and he took a step out. Like the female had said, he could barely see anything. It certainly would be dangerous. The moonlight barely touched a few contours of the rocks and dirt. He hesitated.