Blame It On My Mood Swings, Baby

Her thoughts were finally beginning to clear, starting to stray away from Dayton. A sigh of release would escape her lips just before she would crash to the ground in a collision.

BAM.

The impact had the fae on the ground in an instant, a low growl replacing the sigh of relief that was there merely a few moments before. The crash had her landing on top of the wolf in a collision, their bodies pressed surprisingly close. She would smile at the warmth of their two bodies close together, already knowing it was Day in the beginning from his scent in the air. Then he would move away from under her, a frown plastering onto her soft ebony lips. "I came to be away from you," she would say in a low growl.