Sweet Spring Storm

Arcus generally felt a range of emotions, but he had never felt...this. It was an odd sort of anxiety, an excitement mixed with fear. Would she make it, had she seen the storm? He didn't know, and there was really no way too know. He just fidgetted, walked up and down the loner side of the border. He rolled, stormed, thumped across the ground as he grew impatient and yet...he was calm. It was odd. His ears would flick at each sound, eyes searched endlessly for her little form to show up. He didn't know how lonely he felt untill he had something like this to look forward too, and now...now he had the storm, all he needed was his...friend.

How long would it take for that word to feel normal, he wondered?

With a gentle sigh he tilted his head towards the clouds, hoping it would keep its distance untill they arrived at the cliff. It wasn't that far, they just had to cross the beach to the little tunnel, but it still made him nervous. He wanted to show her something he loved, because for the first time in a long time he felt like someone really appreciated his element. He was the outcast of his litter, and the only ever storm-esc wolf in their family was terrified of the thing he was named for! Arcus had been alone in all his three years, as his siblings would complain about the dark clouds that covered their precious celestial bodies. When he heard her paws against the ground he'd quickly lower his gaze, searching for her and then grinning as she skidded to a stop at his side. He would laugh softly as she spoke, shaking his head slightly. "Yes...I'm starting to see that trusting you might be a good idea." He said with a warm smile, his blue eyes alit with happiness. It was strange for him, rare even. He wasn't moody, cloudy, he was...excited. "Come, we don't want to miss it! Can you hold on too my feather a little longer?" He said with a grin before, suddenly, he turned and darted towards the den that housed their tunnel, both expecting and hoping she'd follow. He could feel the air grow thick with humidity, feel the storm crackle through the air. It would start soon, and he didn't want to miss it.

"Burn Baby Burn"