I looked down and then back to his eyes. I wondered if something like this had ever happened to him before. In the metropolis this would have been an unspeakable crime. This action would have resulted in a possible prison sentence, but here in the wild, what would happen? What did this mean to these native forest people? More importantly what did this mean to him? Trying to answer this last question I had asked myself I focused intently on him. He seemed very calm on the surface. His face displayed no emotion and he sat almost entirely still despite the very end of his tail, which seemed to always sway back and forth as though it were a swing blowing back and forth in the wind. He was definitely deep in thought. I looked into his eyes once more trying to catch his gaze. He did not look at me. He was focused intently on the moon, which caused his green eyes to glow a wild yet beautiful yellow color upon catching its reflection. For once in my life I felt very patient. Despite the fact that I yearned to know what he was thinking and feeling I sat and waited for him. The night was growing very cold and I began to miss the warmth that the metropolis provided. Before I had even finished that thought I was welcomed by the heat and stability of his embrace. He wrapped his tail around us both and for once it lay perfectly still.
