Trecore

The yellowish grass crinkled and flattened under the heavy foot of the tundra. His shaggy summer coat waved gently in the breeze, like calm ocean waters. Above him, flying erratically was a spiral. Though she was flying to and fro— darting in between the tops of trees and then racing up into the clouds to then come down again— she never strayed too far from the tundra. Up ahead was a shabby stone structure, its centuries of wear and tear apparent. The spiral spotted it first, quickly coming down to float alongside the tundra.
“There is a small ruin up ahead where we could rest for a bit!”
The tundra nodded gruffly, signaling his agreement with this plan.

Once inside, the two set up a small fire as the daylight quickly dwindled outside. The spiral took advantage of a missing chunk of stone in a nearby wall to curl up in, while the tundra stretched out his legs before settling into a nice patch of grass peeking through the mostly stone and dirt flooring. After a few moments of watching the fire flicker, the spiral couldn’t withstand the silence any longer.
“Trecore, what do you think our new clan will be like?” She started, “Would if they have some weird customs or something? L-like, eating rocks?!” The spiral stuck out her tongue in disgust. “Rocks are like, sooooo gross! And they don’t have any real nutritional value- well I guess maybe salt or some minerals or something- but you can totally get that stuff from tastier foods!! I don’t understand how—“
“PrairieDawn you’re working yourself up. Calm down.” The tundra sighed.
“Ahh, you’re right, you’re right…it’s just scary not knowing what our future will look like yknow? Don’t you ever worry about that type of stuff?”
Trecore let out a small grunt.
“Of course I do, Prairie. But we have been training our entire lives for this journey and the destination. We have to put our trust in our skills and knowledge. We will find a clan worth protecting,” Trecore made sure he had PrairieDawn’s attention before continuing, “and I’m sure they won’t eat rocks”.
“But-“
“Besides,” he continued, cutting her off, “don’t knock something until you’ve tried it. Maaaaaybe there are some super tasty rocks that taste like sunshine and rainbows”
PraireDawn let out a wild laugh. “Sunshine and rainbows? What are you a leprechaun?!” She exclaimed. As she hooted and hollered imagining her partner as a leprechaun, Trecore broke into a soft smile as he had accomplished his mission. The rest of the night PrairieDawn talked on and on about leprechauns, and then unicorns, and then fairies, before finally passing out mid-sentence on a tangent about how leprechauns and fairies may actually be able to procreate. The entire time Trecore just sat and listened, and when PrarieDawn fell asleep he made sure to put some nearby moss under her head before he himself went to sleep.