Arrow Lake Fair freedom

Hawkeye would not have guessed the story behind Ferdie Von Pelt's eyes, not even with the scars her eyes barely glanced. She had felt a slight satisfaction that he had won — or at least escaped — the fight that had caused the wounds that marred his perfect body. Yet, Hawkeye thought they made him even more perfect.

She then looked into his eyes when he made his promise, fighting the urge to pull them away in submission of the idea that a small part of her thought he would back out of his promises, too. But, she reminded herself that he was not Peregrine. He was very different; different in every way as she thought about it. His eyes, his disposition, it was basically the opposite of her old mate. Hawkeye was hurt, though, raw and bitter. No one could change that feeling, and she doubted she would ever take a mate again.

When Ferdie Von Pelt said he needed to leave, the black wolf's heart sunk a little. And then, he asked her to run with him. Her face brightened. It was extremely difficult to run on the plateau, and running somewhere where there would be no trees as obstacles was highly appealing in her mind. "I would love to run with you, Ferdie Von Pelt." Hawkeye smiled, waiting for the male to lead the way.