Two Rivers Isle he [m]et a girl who wore versace

spark.

This morning was an uncommon one for the bard, the feelings were getting worse. It had been nothing like she had experienced before, could it be her age? Or maybe it was him, the one she had been searching for so long to embrace. Her den was near the mated pair, the couple that sparked ajealousy so deep that she pushed it down. She actually liked both of them, her nature to swing either way seemed to find attraction to the two dark colored wolves. 

flame.

She found herself away from the pack territory, she knew it was wrong but she had to get away from them. Almost everyone in the keep had somebody, and they were not the man that she wanted. She had even gone as far to ask the leader for permission because the fire threatened to consume her, to swollow her whole and leave nothing but a pile of ashes in its wake.

burning.

Her paws stepped into the river, trying to cool the burning inside her but she knew only one thing would put it out. The one that was just now calling her name, oh good. Pale blue eyes fell on his dark frame, his white freckles, his grey-green eyes. A smile crossed her lips, one of promises that she always whispered to him. Once, when they were just pups, he had told her that they would be together but she knew that was a long time ago. Slowly she moved out of the water, her hips swaying with every movement. So what if they were not together, she was always one that could share. As she closed the distance, her eyes hooded. Yes, she could easily share him with the beautiful warrior named Minori.