phoenix from flame

She felt special, that Tornadic would seek only her part of the story. The other two wolves didn’t seem to interest him, but her story needed to be told. Dark ears pressed closer to her head as she avoided his gaze and thought for a moment about her next words. ”I got pushed into the fire.” She held up her left paw to show him where the delicate icy fur had been singed to the skin. Thankfully she had continued to roll. ”Thankfully I rolled into the river or I..” Or she might not have been there speaking to him. What would have happened to Noir then, if she really had died.

Tears welled up in her eyes, she felt ashamed that her brother had committed such an act against her. Poem shouldn't have wanted to protect him, she knew it would make her feel better if she told her friend. Someone who wasn’t family as was seeing everything from outside. ”My brother, I still don’t want to believe he meant to do it.” She whispered softly as her gaze lingered on Tornadic’s paws. Poem couldn’t quite meet his eyes.