Two Rivers Isle What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way

She had slept long and deeply, though how long she wasn't sure. She woke amid an array of scents, most prominent the dusky scent of rancid fox, but true to her word. Though she hadn't been able to find many, she had found a few pine cones and the like to litter the inner sanctum, she now lay nestled in, next to @Ulrich .

Honestly, though removing the fox from the area had proven to be the most beneficial to getting rid of the stench. It still clung to them, but with a few good washings and more pine fronds they'd be alright. The early morning sun peeked small tendrils of light upon them. Though for the most part if was dark and deep in there, and comfortable. 

She took a moment to drink in her companion without his worrying, and harried look at her overly long and zealous stares. The way the colors that made up his coat were dusted together, tapestry of woven colors that she loved. The black of his fur like shadows, with teh dustings of browns and whites. Painting just the tips, as if the gods felt fit to bathe him in something out of the realm of anyone's imagination. Wholly making him his own wolf.

She felt a blush deepen her cheeks and she quickly covered her snout and eyes with her tail, to think and calm down. Had she really confessed to him, told him everything that she had held so tightly to her breast for years. Only moments after she fully admitted it to herself. No wonder he was a little wary to speak and wanted time. If his brain was anything like hers at the moment.