Swiftcurrent Creek Fear of Sleep

The majority of her slow waltz was uneventful, her pensive gaze tracing the sandy loam on which she tread, and it wasn't until a familiar glint of granite platinum caught the peripheral of her vision that she looked up. Njal, an ever present and unmoving figure in her life, stood in the distance and the silence that they shared was sublime. Their brief conversation from the other day was at the forefront of the ember's mind, as were the worries of threats beyond those that were canine, yet her spouse's gentle expression seemed to melt these worries away, as he often did. How she loathed for him to be away so often — usually at the command of Fox or Bazi, but sometimes by his own volition — but, no matter her objections the outcome was always the same. Her words rarely changed the stalwart mountain's path, and this fact she had learned to live with and love.

She looked to her mate with a coy, half-lidded glance, inviting him over to enjoy the soft babbling of the creek and the crooning croaks of nighttime frogs.