Noctisardor Bypass We're sunflowers in the rain

Wylla's gaze was far away. What might her future look like now, and did she even want to take a chance on it? Everything had gone so horribly wrong the first time. Things had been better before. Within her there was a twining thread of fear that things would get worse if she went through with it. There was still the threat Mahler would not make it through the winter, and then where would she be?

Her eye focused suddenly on the dark figure of her mate across the stream. Like him, Wylla couldn't let herself believe the sickness was totally gone, but he seemed better lately. That was something to be thankful for. She pushed away her thoughts of the future and planted herself firmly in the present.

With a girlish yip meant to entice him to play, Wylla bowed and slapped the snow with her forepaws. Come get me!