There they were!
He skidded into a play bow, panting curly tail lifted high.
Salut!
She was little, and all white, except for a pink nose and pink eyes! He sized her up and decided he could probably take her in a fight. But she frankly sounded so overjoyed to meet him, Zeek wasn't sure what to do with himself. His littermates never called for him so excited. Was he supposed to do something different, here?
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.


