Enaran dozed lightly; his chest rose and fell and every now and then his ear would flick or one of his legs kicks out from a dream or pesky bug. It was getting colder as fall came; and more and more often he matched perfectly amongst the trees. Mother said soon it would snow, having not really understood how something cold could fall from the skies and pile up; he looked forward to it. Eyes opening he sighed and rolled to his feet. It was nice to sleep, he liked dreaming; but he heard a few people talk behind his back wondering if there was something wrong with him. Giving himself a small shake he looked around, ears up and straining forward as he searched for his sister. She understood him; he didn’t have to fill the silence with noise for her to talk to him or play.
