Set Me Ablaze

. . .


With the first lightning flash that went off like cannonfire behind him, Cross saw the small cave bathed in light. For a split second the world could've been as bright as at noontide. And with his back to the flare, he got a brief but clear look at the figure that he had half imagined to be some sort of bear or cat. It was just a girl. A, wet, huddled heap of fur who bore herself with desperate aggression. It was too bad for her that the lightening had betrayed her secret, or Cross might just have managed to be intimidated. As it was though, that option seemed unlikely. His eyes were still narrow, and his face stern, but in the darkness the snarl left his muzzle and some of the hieght went out of his raised fur. Still looked something like a hedgehog though on top.

"My worst nightmare has a very high voice," he muttered at the girl's warning. It was said dryly enough, but not meaning to taunt. If anything there was a hint of surprise. He truly hadn't been expecting that. When he'd glared into the dark recesses ready for a fight, it was because he'd believed there could be a threat to himself, but because he wished to be threatening to others. In stark contrast to her words, the boy plopped his hindquarters onto the damp, sandy stone. He wasn't about to leave, but it wasn't as though he wanted her to either. It was a gesture to show he meant to aggression - but it also betrayed his underlying stubbornness.

"I don't think you'd push a fellow wolf out into a tropical storm." His seat was making it pretty clear that even if she did she wouldn't have an easy time of it, but his words weren't concerned with that, a part of him was genuinely curious about the girl. Was she alright? Was she stranded? What had brought her out to such a lonely, dangerous place as this?





. . .