The Sunspire i had it all figured out, even what we would argue about

she was avoiding him-- he'd decided-- he wished she wouldn't. if he'd been harsh or stern it was out of fear, not out of spite or real anger. but terance had a habit of letting his own emotions drive his actions-- and the other day had not been any different. 

but the moon was high in the sky and stars littered the horizon like tiny flecks of snow against a dark pelt. he looked up and saw lyra-- and he stared and stared. but lyra was not the she-wolf he so desperately wished to see, not tonight, no. it was seabreeze. and after he tore his gaze away from the pretty night sky, and what he imagined as her sapphire blue eyes-- he went to find her. 

and he did. he found her alone and quiet and under the night stars. after their first interaction terance didn't think he'd ever find her there-- but maybe it was his own interpretation of who she was... since first impressions formed the deepest trenches in terance's mind. but she'd slowly carved out more of herself-- bends and turns and soft edges-- she was not as two-dimensional as other wolves he'd met. 

"seabreeze?" he said softly to her. he wanted to jump right in-- apologize and explain himself, but he waited for her to acknowledge him first. he had this planned out, for once, actual words and actual explanations. she deserved that-- he thought.