The Heartwood I've been cold, I've been merciless

Speedy thought she had it all figured out but once again, she had put too much faith in what she thought she wanted, only to end up confused. She wasn't sure where her place was anymore. The feeling of being lost was an invader to her normally optimistic thoughts. She stopped walking and shook out her coat as if she could fling the bad feeling like stray water clinging to her fur.

That was when she caught his scent. She smiled and followed it deeper into the wooded area she had been running through. Her sour mood lightened when she saw Siarut sitting next to tree, his white coat bright in the moon light as if a beacon. She trotted up to him and with a smirk said, "Hey, Mr.Perfect!"