It was just another lazy day for the love sick male. He was learning how to manage his time again so that he was able to see his mate. She was working with harvesting the grapes to make the wine, while Noah was obsessed with his starts, and everything about them. The dapple male could point to each one in the sky and name it off, and tell stupid random information about that star. The male loved them, they were like his children, he stayed up from the time he was able to see the first one and would sit there staring at them till the very last one would fade away for the night.
There was a soft hint of a howl, the male jumped up onto his two legs, his stub up an arm kept tucked into the thickness of the on setting winter coat. Noah moved as quickly as he could to make it to where he had figured the sounds came from.
Seeing the lady laying in the grass the male was puzzled as to whom it was, but the male did not have it in him to turn away some one that was in needing of help. Walking over to the lady slowly, with his hand out. ”Ms. You okay?”
Wonderful…he didn’t stutter and the three words showed that he was considered but didn’t make him look like a fool while talking.
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