April Showers

*Sheylie* · 03-12-2013, 01:22 PM

She was ready to give up, to just retreat into her small shelter and curl up there and wait for the storm to pass. There was no response, no answer but a bitterly howling wind and pouring rain that drummed against her soaked skin, sliding down to splat against the ground when her fur was unable to absorb even a droplet more water. This storm was distinctly unpleasant, and probably not the safest to be caught out in. Oh why hadn't she just stayed back at the little place that she had claimed as her own? It was small, but it was better than this, better than standing out in the rain and waiting for a wolf that might or might not exist to appear.

The female was about to turn back when a hulking shadow appeared out of the darkness. Black. Black as the darkest nights with crimson markings that reminded her of blood and sharp golden eyes. And that oh so familiar smile. In the seconds that passed between his appearance and his words, Sheylie had placed the wolf and reacted. Anger, a rare emotion for this female, surged in her body, making her vision flicker for a moment.

How dare he? After all that he had done to her pack? After all that he had done to her! He'd been gone for so long that Sheylie had assumed that she would never see him again, and that was exactly how she wanted it! The only wolf who had scorned her friendship, who would rather watch her drown than accept an offering of friendship. He had left her pack, and she shouldn't be seeing him now! Not when hadn't even said goodbye.

If he had been anyone else eliciting such a reaction from her, she would have snarled. But Sheylie was determined to not let him see how much he had affected her. Not when he looked so serene, so peaceful, entirely unbothered by the fact that he was a ghost from her past rearing his head in the one place that she didn't want to see him. "Frayer," Her voice was soft, fiercely controlled so that her anger wouldn't reach it. Why was she being so damned nice to him? He deserved every insult that she could fling at him! For leaving in the way that he had, for doing what he had to her pack, for everything. "It's been a while." She spoke slowly, examining him curiously as she spoke. He looked . . . good. Like his time away from her pack had treated him well.

Well that wasn't fair. He should have been suffering without them, suffering as they had! She had lost everything after he'd been driven from her pack, and while Sheylie was not so superstitious as to link them, she was irrationally irritated that he seemed none the worse for the wear, and indeed even better off than he had before.

A shiver wracked her build as the wind slammed into her body, a particularly strong gust nearly making the female stumble. It was enough to distract her from her thoughts and refocus her attention on Frayer. A growl longed to tear its way out of her chest, but it didn't. No. She would not be cruel to anyone. Not even a wolf who had done what he had done. It had taken her days to get rid of the skunk stench staining her pelt after his last trick. And when it had finally faded and wolves were willing to come near her again, she had felt like something was missing. And that was his fault too. How dare he?

"Talking!"

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