The Sunspire the greater the love, the greater the loss.

Had they not been so dissimilar in looks, the effect of their mirrored calm might have felt like staring at a reflection on a perfectly still lake. She sought to disrupt the peace with a gentle wave of her tail- amused, provocative. He was a welcome accomplice now, one who embodied what she was looking for. A wolf who would choose cooperation over hostility- and one who could be simultaneously confident and calm.

She nodded. ”We make a good team.” She said- after all, she would not have had such a clean kill (or a kill at all) had he not disabled the doe. She dipped her head toward the kill and stepped off its shoulders, surrendering her position for a moment so she might brush her shoulder against his amicably. ”Let’s eat. Talk after.” She said hungrily.