Blackfeather Woods Like summer storms, the skies as grey as leaves.

She found she deeply enjoyed the sight of him here.

A pale centerpiece in the spread of flowers. She watched closely as he sniffed at them all. Her heart kicked feverishly, a wildfire down her spine. This was evident by the soft shiver and the soft frenzy in her gaze.

All at once she looked away from him, crouching down low into a bed of flowers. Finding comfort in their gentle touches.