Sequoia Coast Is the love worth the pain?

@Mordecai

Tawny head and black tipped ears shifted in the soft spoken wolf's dreams. Eyes moved rapidly behind closed lids, the lashes touching the very edge of silky downy cheek. Paws and legs moved restlessly as she hunted the hare in her ceaseless dreams. Chest moving with every deep breath taken. With a loud whine and a shift in her body she swiftly awoke. Blinking azure blue eyes she looked around, trying like mad to catch her bearings. Shifting and standing slowly to her feet, she made out the lumps of Nerian, and the pups and then stepped from the den, just as the sun began it's journey to the top of the sky.

She stood her breath frosty in the morning air, with dew drops glistening like tear drops on her silken fur. Paw step after paw step, tiny nimble paws ate up the ground as she walked gently towards the edge of the clearing. Lifting velveteen nose of black coal, she smelled the morning air, tasting the briskness of the cool autumn morning. Placing her muzzle to the ground she sniffed at the gently drying grass and laying down she rolled around in the dew.

Standing she shook her fur, dew drops flying from the fur and hitting the nearby ground. She fell to her haunches and stood watching the sun rise across the sky. Leaving streaks of red and pink and clouds of white in it's wake. She smiled, it was a good morning to be alive.

After watching the sunrise, the fawn colored shield maiden strode from her resting spot and loped across the shores. She trotted past the borders and continued on much further than was needed, but needing to clear her head after her disastrous fight with her husband, yet again. They seemed alright again, but she couldn't deny that they fought a lot. And often times over silly things, a misspoken word, or a look or just an issue that they did not agree on. Sometimes she wondered if the pain was worth it, was the good, great enough to outweigh the bad. She never had an answer, or maybe she did and she just didn't dig deep enough, for fear of what that answer would be.

So with a heavy heart and a mind in turmoil her petite self tore up the ground as she jogged. Today was a good day to be alive, it was and she would not allow anything, nothing ot bring her down today. Far too often she put aside her own happiness for everyone else, but not today. No not today, today was a day for her to be free.