Fishing in the Dark

So don't stress, don't cry,

We don't need no wings to fly!

Stardust was a patient woman, she had to be. Some of their old wandering pack had been shy about pain or illness and even more skittish about her medicine. Frostbite had never needed her attention that way, but there had been times that he helped her. It was small actions like these that kept the male at the forefront of her mind. Star would sit in her den and daydream the day away, but lately it had gotten out of hand. She had been so deep inside her head, she had neglected her duties as healer and friend. The woman sighed, watching the sun set from her den and the stars came out to play. There had been a thought for sleep, but now with the mere mention of Frost, her mind was wide awake and rolling.

Star was certain that one of the elder wolves had cursed her right before she left the pack to follow the hunter. Mumbling under her breath, Stadust rose to her paws only to freeze at the sound of paw-steps on her roof. The base of the willow tree made for a great den, there was a small slope on the side where she made her entrance, and it faced away from the water. This one was her favorite, mostly because she loved the way the branches of the weeping willow swayed over her door. She wondered who would come to her pond, listening to the shuffle of paws as whoever it was laid in the grass. Bright blue eyes peek over the edge of her den, spotting a familiar array of colors before she ducks back into her den to straighten her fur.

Grabbing a tuft of lavender from her reserves, Star rolls in the spicy scented flowers, straightening herself once again before going out to see what brought Frost to the pond. She comes around the small incline, moving up from behind the larger male. The woman wanted to give her friend time enough to adjust to this pack's way of life before she went reminding him of home. "Leave it to Frost to come lay on people's homes. How do you find my roof tonight?" She smiled and waved her bi-colored tail to let him know she was teasing him. "It's rather quiet this evening." As much as the gypsy woman wants to, she can't quite bring herself to look Frost in the eyes. Trying to remember how long she has kept this secret, Stardust realizes she may not be able to keep it from him much longer. She would have to tell him eventually, that was what good friends did.

"Star-talk"  Think