Two Rivers Isle AND I'M LIKE; YOU SON OF A FUCKING MALFOY

Her song seemed to calm the boy, which made her somewhat proud. She was not one to sing or hum often, so this was somewhat a compliment. A motherly smile was on her muzzle as the two adventurers went to check out the storm that brought such a thick moist air even inside their den. The smell of freshly fallen rain of the summer also drifted in, and Malice closed her eyes as she moved her nose a little closer to the opening. She loved that smell. Flowers were nice, but perhaps too sweet for her. If she ever wanted to smell like something, it was this.

Her eyes blinked open as Burke began talking, happy that he took everything very seriously. Even in a storm he would check if they were all still safe, proving that he truly was no Blackfeather Wolf. So far, Malice found them to be rather selfish and rude- and while Burke was rude sometimes too, she figured it was because of either his age or good reasons. She nodded as a response and moved her head back to give him a lick over his already wet cheek. I just hope everyone has found a dry place by now...