Let The Storm In

Vanille as she always had been was stuck in a way of life that never seemed to change. She was happy with what she had, and she was always terrified of making that one wrong step. The odds of that happening were incredibly slim. But still she walked around on eggshells all day everyday. For the pack, for Arcturus' family, and even for him. She had grown into a comfortable pattern with him but was reverting back. Worried, and lately distant.

She had come back to the den after a short herb gathering trip out of the pack, seeing Arcturus settling down for the night. She gave him a small kiss on his forehead and just a gentle smile before moving to a separate part of the den and sorting out the herbs she had collected. She wasn't a big initiator with many things, conversation, intimacy, she had grown complacent. It probably wasn't healthy for her or Arcturus.

"Arc & Vanille"