Sweet Spring Storm

It seemed when shaye loved, she loved unconditionally and fiercely. Like her attachment to rhythm, her mentor, auntie and friend. She loved everything about her, had always been there for her even when it meant angering her mother, supported her even when she didn't understand the decisions her auntie made. It was like that with Arcus now too, and who knew how it would affect her to love two wolves so strongly, if one day that would ever tear her apart. Not that such thoughts would enter the head of little shaye. Instead she would look up at Arcus, and it was all their in her eyes, how he was a big important wolf, how he was amazing and how he was her friend.

“A story teller is half knowing the stories and half the presentation. I think you got both down pretty good” she teased him, before he would stand at her suggestion of a swim and she would follow him in silence as he lead her back down the cliff top. She would slip easily into the chilled water, giggling softly at its cool touch on her coat. She was already soaked through from the storm, so the water wasn't that much different temperature to what she was already at. No doubt the pair would need a good deal of warming up after their adventures where through.

"Burn Baby Burn"