

Shay remembered where her secret place was by heart. She led him there, never once straying from her path or having to think about where she was going. While Shay didn't quite become alive in the forest, there was a freedom about the way she moved and a smoothness to her laughter that didn't come when she was near other people.
When they had gotten there, she dove into the thorned bushes and pulled him down into the burrow with her, picking thorns from her hair once they were settled in. "Ouch. One is stuck in my hair." She winced.

When they got through the bushes, he shook his tails. They were wrapped in thorns. "I'll get it" He offered before getting his own thorns out. He went gently through her hair until he found he thorn and carefully plucked it out. "Maybe we can find a less painful way back here?" He suggested, though that seemed unlikely. He quickly turned his attention to his tails, trying his best to get the thorns out. His tails had collected them in large strings that looped around. He tried pulling on them, and some would come out, but for others it just dug them in harder. "Or, maybe tail armor." He added jokingly.






He thought for a moment, then told her "Well... There was this one time in France..." He shook his head and smiled. "Nevermind. We spend a lot of time thinking about me and my story. My past and all... Shay-shay, tell me about you."

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