The young tan male moved carefully across the borders of Storm, one arm extended back behind him, gripping tightly to the black handle of his red wagon. The young Spaher, despite the fact that he'd been over these borders a thousand times before, was still nervous as he passed them, doing so very slowly. It would seem that feeling such a way was simply his nature. In his time with being with Dierdre, though, he'd learned that sometimes it wasn't what he felt that was important. He wanted to make her happy, much like he'd always only wanted to make his parents happy. He'd failed once before, he wouldn't do the same now. His slow pace and careful steps weren't all due to being nervous though, no, he had a special gift inside the red wagon, one that he had spent days picking out and gathering. He didn't want to ruin it. When he neared the den of the female he'd come to see, Jasper slowed to a stop, the rusted wheels of the wagon creaking and then falling silent. "Dierdre?" He called out to her, positioning himself in front of the wagon as he awaited a response. He certainly hoped she'd like the gift he'd brought her. |