The Sunspire When the Sunset Meets the Shadow

… I’m beginning to love Jace’s character. Lol. He’s like, “Ugghh. Why me? Now I have to fix another crazy female with emotional issues!” Erm… I might end up making Red crush on Jace, lol. She gets very attached to others very quickly [size=xx-small](like me).[/size] Also, I’m PowerPlaying a little bit… Just tell me if you want me to change it, but I figured it was alright because Jace came and touched her earlier… Oh, also no need to match the length.

Red jumped at Jace’s touch on her side and neck, but did not pull away. Though the sudden physical contact frightened her, she a) was submissive by nature, and therefore had to make herself stay put if others touched her and b) felt the sudden weird urge to nuzzle against the black wolf’s face. But she didn’t. That would be inappropriate and she couldn’t be sure how he would respond in turn. It might just make everything worse, and she definitely didn’t want that.

So instead, she just laid there and listened as he spoke. A small smile graced her lips when he said he would only need to know if something bad had happened in case he needed to fight someone on her behalf. While she appreciated the sentiment, she was sure she could handle any fighting herself. She was in-training to become a Warden, after all. And although she would never quite be a Warrior at heart, she was a wolf. All wolves knew how to fight to protect themselves, as part of their instincts. And if there was one thing Red was good at, it was doing whatever instinct told her to do.

The Beta’s promise to take care of her, as well as the rest of the pack, sounded an awful lot like something she, herself, would say. When he backed up after he was done talking, she rose to her paws and faced him, looking at the ground awkwardly for a moment before beginning to speak.

“Thank you,” she said, so quietly that it was almost a whisper. Her voice was small and timid and a little raspy, due to the fact that she hardly used it at all. With a sudden burst of courage she came forward and placed a kiss upon his chin, her small pink tongue flicking in and out of her mouth quickly like a snake’s. The licking of the chin in Wolf language was a sign of both deference and adoration, which seemed fitting, since he was her superior in rank, if not in age. Quickly, she backed up, ears flattening again her head in embarrassment. Then she simply waited, to see what he would do, how he would react to her show of friendship and thanks.