Wild Berry Meadow foreign creature; gift is a burden

She dipped her head, collecting her thoughts a moment before speaking. A romance was requested; a romance she would give. "there were once two lovers," She began, voice sliding into the entrancing, easy tone she used for such tellings. "their names were Alo and Zephus, and their love was forbidden by a powerful man.  they persisted, for their love was great, met quietly; secretly, in the dark of night. they could not bear their separation, however, and thus decided to run away from the pack that did not allow their love to be." Here she paused, tail sweeping over the snow behind her once, twice, before she continued.

"and so they chose a place to meet; from there they would flee. first arrived Alo. yet it was not Zephus she met, but a cougar, maw stained from a recent kill. she ran in terror from the place, and Zephus hurried when he heard her cry." Again she paused, shifting, considering. It was a tragic tale, one half-legend; though in each story there lay a grain of truth. "in grief did Zephus throw himself onto the cat; it killed him quickly. when Alo returned she found naught but violence and death. in grief did she throw herself onto the rocks, and her life ended as swiftly as her lover's." Her she stopped, the girl blinking her bi-coloured gaze as the regarded again the male, curious.