JUDE
Jude can hear the call. It isn’t long before he comes creeping from the safety of his hidey hole. Mittens trots along at his pasterns, decorated in a new array of flowers freshly placed on her head that morning. He can sense her hesitance, sense the annoyance the disruption of her nap but all the same she remains at his side. Together they go to join the gathered group as the monarch calls.
There is a nervousnss in his chest when he spots the crowd. He hasn’t’ ever actually placed his eyes on Rannevig, merely letting himself become comfortable at Isorath’s invitation. As he takes in the crowd he fixes his gaze on the pale familiar figure. Quietly he comes up beside Isorath, Mittens climbing up to rest on his shoulders and stares ahead at the monarch, the tip of his tail twitching in silent anticipation of the meeting.
Your hearts too big for your body
