follow this with mind and heart
Running has never been so much fun as it was right before a big storm hits. I love when the sky brilliantly lights up and the loud - almost deafening - rumble of thunder strikes again and again. There is something in the chaos of such a violent and tumultuous natural phenomenon that seems to call to the electricity that runs through my ever-energized frame. I run, and I listen and I watch where I am going, dancing every now and then and kicking up my heels as I had seen the wild horses of my homeland do before a big storm like this one promised to be. I love this, and I am not quite sure when the storm chaser in me developed, but I remember being next to my mommy's paws and watching outside my den.
A loud bark startles me, but I do not jump as some would expect, I show fear with a very different response. I am usually a happy wolf, care-free, and more likely to just be blowing in the wind than to actually start a confrontation. But, when I am startled, I have a nasty habit of showing my fangs and raising my hackles. Though in this case, I do not. I simply whirl around quickly and stop dead in my tracks, a big smile on my face. "Hi! I am sorry, I did not see you there and you gave me a little start." She is a very odd colored wolf, with her black coat and red feet. I like her eyes though, they are the prettiest shade of red I have seen, and that even counts the roses.
I return her grin, though I am not sure what light shines in her eyes, I know she must be a rather happy wolf to be grinning like that.
merry ye meet and merry ye part
female || nine || no heart || no soul || gypsy