These Blue Grey Eyes Hold Pain Inside

Misha would let a sigh escape her lips before she decided to start heading to her pack territories. But, then a familiar scent reached her nose. One that was still lurking in her fur, but would always be remembered in her heart. Day. She quickly turned her head to see him howling, and for some odd reason, Misha ran over to him and tackled him. Not a painful tackle, a playful one. Misha couldn't hurt someone even if she wanted to, with her small size and fragile heart. The small fae would giggle as she lightly on top of Day, her weight like a feather. "What are you doing, revealing our location?" She asked and looked down at him, her eyes glinting under the night sky, under the stars they looked like a shimmering, crystal clear, blue lake.