Sweet Spring Storm

He would disagree, pointing out that a storm's purpose was to blot out the light, to create something made to destroy. She disagreed, but didn't say anything, letting her eyes return to the fury of the storm created above the ocean. The chill wind that teased at the growing waved beneath them also tore through her fur, and shivering she snuggled a little closer to her friend. Shaye might look like someone who made friends easily, but the truth was everyone who as of importance to her was already family by blood. Somewhere along the way, she had gotten so distracted by the drama's going on within her family that she had forgotten to just live life, to make friends and enjoy the precious moments of life with them – like this one. Arcus already meant the world to her, he was one of a kind and he was hers.

He would tease her with a story, stalling as he asked her if she was certain and she playfully pushed her shoulder against him, rocking the pair. “Of course I am!” she said, as through it should be obvious. The young girl adored stories, she especially loved the ones her father told her, but she wanted to her the storms, she wanted to Arcus to tell one.

"Burn Baby Burn"