The Sun Shimmers

The sun rose over the water, providing a peaceful atmosphere. Spring was well underway, warming the world, filling it with life, and she was living here with Deviant in peaceful abandon. Her heart was recovering, and she was becoming closer to the man that had, in a sense, saved her. Though they were aged, she found hope in his presence. Hope that it was not too late, and that, perhaps, maybe they might form a stronger bond. But time had made her wary of openly admitting feelings to the man, especially when she knew both were previously mated and with children. Still, Destruction found comfort in just his presence, truth be told.

Destruction would stretch on the beach that dawn, the golden sunlight spilling across her back. Good eye was close. She had left the den as the sun came out, going out into the warmth. The tide pools would wash up breakfast, easy pickings in the tide pools, shortly. She would give a soft whine, her mind was focused, for the time being, solely on relaxing. Perhaps when Deviant woke up in the nearby den she would ask him to take a walk with her and enjoy this beautiful day.