castillon of the prairie.

Warmed through by her response, Castillon fell into the soft quiet of being pressed up against her. He lifted his neck and turned it so he could gently rest over hers, pulling Aura into him. For some time he just allowed them the quiet of the evening spent together, his black-lined ears twitching now and again when a foreign, unfamiliar sound somewhere far off pulled his attention. The most he might do the entire night was doze, as on-guard as he was and prepared for the moment one of the Lagoon bachelors found them at last.

Far too protective over Aura and still nursing the soreness of having lost and forced her into this predicament, Castillon would absolutely not allow any more harm to come over her.

Out through the curtain of willow leaves he could see the flickering of lightning bugs hovering here and there, just making a soft glow. “I’ve always been a bit curious about the Lagoon,” he admitted out loud to her, keeping himself tucked around her. If she wanted to move apart from him he would accommodate her, but otherwise he was enjoying holding on to her while they talked. “Not the actual herd,” he clarified quickly, “but the place itself. It’s actually rather… pretty.” What little they might’ve made out by moonlight, that is.

“I'll see if I still think that once I see it in the daylight.” Castillon cocked his hip, careful of his injured back leg, making sure his other side kept most of his weight.

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