She turned her head to stare out over the cliff while still leaning against him. His head rested on top of hers and the feeling created a sense of security in her. There were few wolves she cared about in this world and fewer still who weren't related to her. This boy was one of them; her only friend. She'd sit here like this all day if she could, but soon they'd have to part ways; her to her family and him to his.
If this was going to be their last chance together for awhile they needed to make more of it. This sad stuff was for the birds. She sighed, still leaning against him. "We should talk about something else." There was no way she could promise not to stay away from Glaciem, so it was best that their conversation was steered away from that subject. Maybe if she glossed over the fact that she hadn't responded he'd forget about it. What was there to talk about, though? How could you go from talk about captivity to talk of weather or something equally trivial?
She readjusted her position until she was once again sitting beside him; leaning against his shoulder. Right here she was comfortable. Calm, even. If it weren't for the cloud that hung over their meeting she would have been at peace. Stretched before them was the entirety of Alacritis. They could see for miles in almost every direction. Raptors hung overhead and smaller, happier birds flitted across the scape. The atmosphere was peaceful; cheerful, even; and it clashed horribly with the unrest she felt.
