spirit of life

His smile broadened as she offered to help with hunting. ”I would like that very much,” he replied, his gaze following her as she rose. She spoke again, and he would nearly say something, for he rather enjoyed her company, but supposed that she must’ve had something to do. ”Goodbye,” he said, airy tones pleasant as always. As she disappeared off into the brush, the male would stretch out and roll over in the grass. A nap sounded good about now.