Winter rose

Though Vail could not see the dull light of the fireflies in the darkness she heard their soft buzzing as they flitted about her ears. Solor’s scent enveloped her as well as his embrace, and she felt herself relaxing into him. A subtle peace draping over her that hadn’t lingered in her soul for years. Their soft whispers and gentle nudges brought a care free smile to her lips and she forgot about the world outside with ease. She felt like she hadn’t left the silver streaked wolf at all.

He joked with her like they had in the old days, a remnant of his younger self Vail was glad he hadn’t lost. She wasn’t quite as innocent as she had once been, but the good natured joke brought out her bell like laugh. He wasn’t wrong and the truth in his words made her feel even more foolish for leaving.

She enjoyed the way he teased her with a gentle hand, and he admitted the same as she did. Would she have left if she had fully realized how much she needed him in her life? He truly was her knight in shining armor, and she mourned at the time she had wasted away from him. What would she do next? She had planned to find what might have happened to her parents with her sister, though both of them had their doubts they would ever see the old wolves again.

She shook her head, bumping into Solor’s chest lightly. ”I don’t know. Everything has been so uncertain since we ventured down the mountain. What about you though Solor? What have you been doing all these years?” She deflected the question with one of her own