A SPIRIT RUNNING WILD / meeting

[michael t.]

LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Reaver. The title sounded odd, leaving Goldie's voice and referring to anyone other than Roxie. Obviously Roxie had been promoted herself, but it still felt surreal, being told he was about to be given even more responsibility. Despite all this... Michael couldn't help the strange sense of warmth and pride that spread through his chest. He was doing well enough to be promoted yet again... he'd have to keep at it on this path, if he wanted to continue growing. Even as embarrassed heat bloomed in his face at the mention of his little lost escapade in the jungle, the bobcat found himself mumbling, a grin on his muzzle, "Ah... thanks, Goldie. I'll do my best. And congrats to everybody else." He nudged Roxie gently with his shoulder, a coy and proud smirk on his face. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART