Run With The Hunted
Dodger had returned for her third visit. She was glad to be back. The nights she'd been apart from him had been excruciating and she was eager to get back to his side when she realized it'd already been two weeks. With Sherlock comfortable back in the small stable they'd built for him, Dodger had let herself fall into her fur. If she went too long without changing, it grew almost painfully bothersome. So that morning she'd indulged in her urges and dropped into that small form.
He had dropped his staff down, letting her hop onto it before climbing onto his shoulders. She had stood along his back, little paws propped on his shoulder, her back ones on the other side before she shifted slightly and draped herself over his shoulder, chattering excitedly and squealing softly. Danny had created a much faster path down the mountain, making quick work until they were down into the woods just below. It made things easier for her visits, that was for sure.
They wandered through the woods across the path and that thick tail brushed across his face as she chirped again. "What sort of tree are we looking for?" she said, though to anyone listening it sounded like the small creature was just gekkering at his side.
