the way that it shines may just dwindle with time

fade out? i sent you a pm :)

She looked distantly at the sounding shore, her fierce yellow eyes tracing the fog that rolled deep and discerning from the cheerless and watery depths; Ragnar spoke and dully an inside ear flicked back in vague attention. She turned in time to witness the wry smirk that plagued his muzzle; she proffered no rejoin, her brow furrowed as she pondered. He had not mentioned many things that interested her and in truth her consistency in the pack was volatile at best; she dipped her muzzle and rose to leave. "I'll be back." It was said sweetly and artfully with a great amount of conviction: but was it the truth? She flashed him a wicked smile and swung away, trotting away from the bay and into the rolling haze.