Hideaway Strath Do you love the rain, does it make you dance?

Throughout all the trials of his young life, Sundance never once let them harden who he was. Even when Ariel was torn apart by a larger predator before his brothers' eyes, when his uncle Cortez chose to disperse from them, when the strange warrior wolves stripped Sunny of his title, he maintained the softness that defined him. He was a boy void of his family now, as lost to them as they were to him, but he made no martyr of himself by vowing to never love again.

And despite his tender age, he knew right at the heart of him that he loved Dorea. She was special to him, and Sundance wished for nothing more than to shield her from the horrors of their world. She lit his up in every way - what could that mean, if not love?

She went down willingly, and Sundance's alabaster-tipped tail swayed merrily through the snow as powder blue eyes saught his companion's gaze. He didn't need words to communicate how he'd pined for her in her absence, how he wished he could've prevented all her losses as to keep her close to him. So he simply looked down with her with a fond little smile before, triumphantly, leaning down to pepper her face with kisses.