It seemed to have rained for days, leaving to wonder if perhaps nature could reflect emotion. Those blue eyes were a canvas, a mural of storm clouds and lightning....grave yards and shattered glass.
They had hunted, it was something ever shared between them. It only seemed reasonable to do so again when the Dancer returned after weeks of being away.
Apologies couldn't make it to her lips. Come the Spring it seemed the Beast was more about then the Dancer. The prior night events spoke volumes of such.
Fresh memory left her touching her lips, tattooed fingers brushing. Trembling from the sensation as much as the cold. That hunger, that awareness still lingered as a smoldering kiss in those Ghost lit depths.
Fingers smoothed back the slick trail of gold from her eyes. Tonight there had been tears, emotions, anguish and pain. Annike had to wonder if perhaps she was nothing more then the harbinger of these emotions. Those feelings.
Still she was no longer blind to other emotions that stirred. The conversation just hours ago, the heart shattering words between two she cared for. Ever caught between.
That at least had been healed. They were pack. Ever bound.
The thought left her as a honing beacon. She knew Desiree would come given time, after the discussion with Tristan.
The young wolf would be able to find the camp easy enough. Instead of the usual forest floor as bed she ducked within the shelter of the cave. She knew the promise of warmth would be there.
Traithgren had waited. Strangely enough he seemed to understand her. In tune with each other just by simple gestures. Even Annike was learning.
A weary smile she dropped down by the fire,drawing the comfort of furs that were used as blankets over her form. Exhausted those blue eyes watched him for a lingering moment before sleep pulled her away and claimed her once again.
They had hunted, it was something ever shared between them. It only seemed reasonable to do so again when the Dancer returned after weeks of being away.
Apologies couldn't make it to her lips. Come the Spring it seemed the Beast was more about then the Dancer. The prior night events spoke volumes of such.
Fresh memory left her touching her lips, tattooed fingers brushing. Trembling from the sensation as much as the cold. That hunger, that awareness still lingered as a smoldering kiss in those Ghost lit depths.
Fingers smoothed back the slick trail of gold from her eyes. Tonight there had been tears, emotions, anguish and pain. Annike had to wonder if perhaps she was nothing more then the harbinger of these emotions. Those feelings.
Still she was no longer blind to other emotions that stirred. The conversation just hours ago, the heart shattering words between two she cared for. Ever caught between.
That at least had been healed. They were pack. Ever bound.
The thought left her as a honing beacon. She knew Desiree would come given time, after the discussion with Tristan.
The young wolf would be able to find the camp easy enough. Instead of the usual forest floor as bed she ducked within the shelter of the cave. She knew the promise of warmth would be there.
Traithgren had waited. Strangely enough he seemed to understand her. In tune with each other just by simple gestures. Even Annike was learning.
A weary smile she dropped down by the fire,drawing the comfort of furs that were used as blankets over her form. Exhausted those blue eyes watched him for a lingering moment before sleep pulled her away and claimed her once again.