Whorl’s reverent words were wicked away by the damp air. Had his senses been less intent on the glorious tree and its glowing visitors, he might have caught signs of another within a close radius before the plop of a paw into a puddle tipped him off. Whorl’s semi-prehensile tail swung low and fast and he dropped into a play bow, though he still hadn’t pinpointed the exact location of this impromptu company.
The wispy fronds protruding from the curious canine’s brow unfurled but they couldn’t tell him near as much as his nose. The dark leathers twitched, wetted by a swipe of his tongue. A feline, his nose told him - that was a detail well worth extending this encounter for.
Whorl’s ears splayed as he straightened from his playful bend. “The more the merrier, sweetie,” he chuckled into the humid air, tilting his head up until it was bathed in the yellow-green glow of the lightning bugs. “This is a rare treat, you know. They don’t always do this. Some believe it’s a sign of trouble ahead.” He shrugged. “I just like finding beauty in unexpected places.”
“You don’t live in this here tree, do you?”
The wispy fronds protruding from the curious canine’s brow unfurled but they couldn’t tell him near as much as his nose. The dark leathers twitched, wetted by a swipe of his tongue. A feline, his nose told him - that was a detail well worth extending this encounter for.
Whorl’s ears splayed as he straightened from his playful bend. “The more the merrier, sweetie,” he chuckled into the humid air, tilting his head up until it was bathed in the yellow-green glow of the lightning bugs. “This is a rare treat, you know. They don’t always do this. Some believe it’s a sign of trouble ahead.” He shrugged. “I just like finding beauty in unexpected places.”
“You don’t live in this here tree, do you?”