when happiness is a loaded gun

The nocturnal wolf made her way closer to the bonfire. She glanced in its direction, and let out a hiss before sliding down her blindfold. She leaned against Stratum, and let him lead her towards the flames. Once there, she trusted him to face her away from the fire, and pushed away the heavy black fabric. She could see Stratum, highlighted by the flames behind her. But the night air stretched away from them, and she let out a satisfied humph. It would do.

“A kitty, like Lioness?” she asked, glancing to the side - careful not to turn around at all - as she looked for her companion. She didn’t immediately see Lioness, and assumed the cat was having fun stalking the night. “I dunno…” she hesitantly, and then grinned “I’m gonna make a crystal to cast in the fire” She decided. that was something she’d happily let go of.

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