Dawnlark Plains It isn't what it seems

The time she had taken to consume the beauty of the nature was interrupted by a chuff behind her, close but not enough for her to be alarmed yet. She took one last look before she stood and turned to catch a look at a familiar face. It was one she hadn't seen in so long but recognized right away. A small smile developed on her dog like features. It was Wintersbane, the man who said he had thorns, but she didn't believe it for a second. For the record she still didn't believe he had a bad bone in his body, maybe a sore one or two but not a bad one.

Wintersbane her voice was like fine wine as she let his name slip off her tongue. Elixir stopped just a few paw steps away from him, her cherry bombs looking up to see his eyes that were as blue as an iceberg. The wolfdog's tail slapped the ground every so often, How have you been? It's been so long since I seen you last. her smile grew a bit bigger as she ended the sentence.