The black wolf closed in on the shelter, but was slowed by the massive gusts of the storm; arctic winds roared through the landscape and shoved him around. He could only barely stand, and with his soaked fur offering no protection, he was freezing through. This wasn't just a nuisance shower, he realized, but a deadly one if he couldn't fight through the invisible bullies thrashing into him. The winds moaned loud and terrible calls as they pushed through objects, deafening evil cries harrassing Frayer while he slunk closer to the destination rock pile.
But all sounds stopped for only a moment to let one through: a phantom of dream crying out, "Hello? ... Is there anyone there?" The voice was Sheylie's. It had been years since Frayer had seen her last, but he never forgot - and how could he forget the voice that haunted him every few nights as he slept? He thought it must be a dream, though the water he was drenched with and the chill in his bones felt too real to be thought up, so this must be his waking imagination toying with him. But his doubts were abolished when from under the outcropping poked a pink nose upon a snow white snout...
Not a dream, this was a nightmare. How could she possibly be here? She should be in her warm and cozy home, far away by the stream and the hill. She should be with that damned pack that had exiled him, probably mated to one of the young boys they grew up with, and have pups of her own. And she would have named one of them Frayer just so she could fulfill her idiotic desire to have been nice to the outcast pup. But that nose and soft voice didn't belong to anyone else - she was real.
For the first time in... maybe ever, Frayer found himself confused - not by her presence, he was already over that - but the effect it had on him. His body told him to feel a dozen different emotions, none of them the one his front mind wanted to feel. He didn't know whether to just apologize to her, trick her, hug her, or just run away, though the last one could be fatal for him at this point... "Oh, but this rock! I can't let her catch me still holding onto this..." he thought referring to the gleaming, bright tigerseye he still held on to, the only gift he had ever received from this very ghost before him, and another reason why he never forgot her. He couldn't let her know that part of him still cared. The thing was tossed from his mouth to the side of the rubble pile.
And now it was time to confront his nightmare. He sighed deeply, and seconds passed as he thought of how he would go about the encounter. For all of the dreams he had had of her, none of them involved ever meeting her again. His minds often argued most days, but now they were outright brawling. "Just speak to her! She'll forgive you!" - "No, cave in the pile!" - "I can't kill her... can I?" - "You're insane, just confess your feelings," - "Stop acting like an omega, just shoo her out of your shelter! You don't need her!" - "Maybe I can trick her by pretending I'm a... no, there's no way to set that up in this weather." - "I'll just... just see what happens."
He had kept his head before while dealing with alphas, entire packs, and even giant bears, but this one girl was making him tremble. A girl with a noose closed around his emotions. But Frayer was a perfect actor, so in a moment the feelings would be buried and he would be ready for this play. He took one deep breath and let it out slowly, put on his old smile, and walked tall to the shelter's entrance. His eyes met the orbs in which the bright sky had taken refuge from the clouds, and he intentionally let a couple seconds pass to intensify the dramatic effect of his appearance. He would become her nightmare. He then said slowly, "Hello, Sheylie..."
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