In the eye of the beholder.

The flames flickered and danced as she laid there looking out over the horizon and watched the stars twinkle and shine. A scent, one that was familiar to her drifted to her nostrils. She did feel relieved to see him, but also scared all in a sense. He stormed away that day on the cove. His voice making himself known. It was good to see him, but what would she do now? Especially after laying how she felt out on the lines. Her ears flicked upon her skull. "Erebos" Her voice quivered just slightly. Turning to him. "How are you doing?" Deep down she wanted to hug him and mark him with her scent. They needed to talk. She needed to know and understand where she stood with him. If there was truly a future that she had hoped and dreamt of for them both. But possibly now wasn't the time. So she also remained professional in a sense. "I hope you have been well. Oh, here." She would grab the bracelet she had made him. The blues of the stone shimmering darker against the night and the fire. The pearlescent also reflecting the fire. She hoped that he liked it, for it took time and patience to prepare for the dire wolf she known as Erebos. The handsome brute that he was.

"Speech!"