The Sunspire rolling with the summer breeze

In the late afternoon sun, the little red captive lay sprawled by a tree. Drowsiness embraced her in the warmth of the sun's sparkling rays and the gentle fluttering of a cool summer breeze. How strange how the world could still be pleasant even here on The Sunspire. The thought immediately struck her with guilt, but she rolled it off. She was much too tired to fight. She did not know what to think. As for what to do, she did not have much choice at the moment, and so at least in that regard there was simplification in her life. Though she owed a great debt to Swiftcurrent Creek, her attraction to the big, black wolf here was strong. She did not know if it was love--or whatever it was that Jace felt for her that compelled him to care for her so--but she did know it made her yearn for him. It made her want to know him more, but the more she thought about it, the more predictable his actions had been at the borders. She should have known, but she had not, and this lack of wisdom disappointed herself. She was not who she wanted to be, not even close, and she was also not familiar with such dark thoughts. It seemed to chase all life away swiftly and without mercy.