Coastal winds

I'M GUNNA PICK UP THE PIECES

AND BUILD A LEGO HOUSE

›if things go wrong we can knock it down‹

Walk | Talk | Think

Selfless as always, Voltage was willing to lend himself if he could be used to make the adjustment any easier, and though Gale knew that he would do everything in his power to make things as comfortable as they could be she thought she had a good handle on it now. Or at least better than when they had first arrived. She was starting to like it, starting to feel more at home within the new, larger den they shared, and was finding that she could enjoy lazing about on the warm beach while the winds played with her fur. But the cliff that her brother mentioned was something that immediately intrigued her, and since she had not been there yet there was a noticeable glint of curiosity in her pale, grey-green eyes. "I'll have to pay this cliff a visit," she answered optimistically, sure that if Voltage was going to boast about it like this that it would no doubt meet and possibly exceed all of her expectations revolving around it as well.

At last her restless brother settled, sitting beside her and allowing Gale to relax a little more where she sat. She turned her gaze on him then, listening as he went on to explain what he thought their pack would be like, how they would all make adjustments to the new status and positions as pack wolves. It all sounded rather silly to her since they functioned perfectly well as it was, but she understood at least the bit about boundaries and safety. That was something that, as rogues, they simply did not have, nor could they officially get. But as a pack, as a band stronger than simply what they were, it could be better. And maybe that in itself made it all worth it.

He might have played with the sand, but Gale could hear the subtle shift in her brother's voice as he brought up their parents, about their less than structured lives they had lived with the two wolves who had raised them and then cast them out as easily as if they had cared nothing for them. It stole away her smile, darkened the atmosphere between them, and gave her a little insight into her brother that she had not taken into account before. Their abandonment, their exile, had never settled well with him, but she had always supposed their new life had set those thoughts away - after all, it was how she had managed to cope with it. But obviously she had been wrong, and she carefully, softly, lifted a paw and settled it over the one that he ground into the sand. "Easy there," she muttered with a consoling half smile, "you're gonna call a storm with that look on your face."