Lapping up the cool waters, she lifted her head much as a deer would when something dark streaked through her vision. Turning to see if it was him, she found her heart pound as she confirmed it was--and he was coming right towards her! Flinching for what she believed to be imminent impact, she was relieved when no such thing happen. For a moment, she wanted to pounce on the wolf but realized that she was actually very, very upset with him. But she did not have the energy to play their typical games. She raised herself up and sat down and only barely managed to suppress a ferocious yawn. A small tear formed in the corner of her eye, which she brushed off with the tip of her bushy tail. "You know how I am and why I'm here," she said with a snap. Immediately regretting this break in temper, she recomposed herself by sipping in a deep breath and exhaling with a sigh. "Big Black Wolf," she said, not willing to use the name she had already repeated to herself a thousand times, "Does it have to be like this? It feels like, like..." Her words left her, and she scrambled around in her mind trying to describe this feeling of wanting to be so close to someone, but knowing it would bring certain consequences and even death, but wanting it anyways. Wanting it so bad. "Like something bad." Her eloquent conclusion. |