He expected Marx to change. It didn’t bother him as much as he thought it would. Maybe it was because they were bonded and the effect was lessened to accommodate them as a pair. He would never know and it certainly wasn’t something that would ever keep his feelings for her changing for the worst.
He ran almost as hard as he could. He didn’t want to wear himself out before the afternoon was over. There was no contest as to who was the fasted but that did not stop him from showing occasional flashes of speed. He laughed as they went through the soft grass of the meadow. There was a soft breeze ever now and again the made its way to the floor of the meadow. He was grateful for it but still need to take his shirt off. As he did he saw Marx tear off after something.
Tallis tossed his shirt in the general direction of the rest of their stuff and trotted over to where she had something treed. He looked up to see a squirrel. The smiled crookedly and raised his brows in amusement. “I don’t think you’ll be able to get him when his is up that high up in the tree.” Tallis looked up again to see the squirrel dancing back and forth on the limb above them. “Maybe I can chase him down.”
Looking on the ground he found a few small rocks and tried to spook the squirrel down without hitting it, not that he could. The squirrel would never stay in one place long enough for him to come close to hitting it.