As the titan sat, head held proudly in the artic wind, he heard the thud of three bounds. He wasn’t given enough time for even a quick glance before the weight of a silver female crashed down upon him. As he attempted to stabilize himself, Terrel found himself slipping only further as his forepaws had rested upon the edge of the ice. And so, he simply fell into the snow laid ground with a quiet ‘oomph!’ At first, Terrel’s instincts had led him with bared teeth but before he could even perform his exercise of anger, it dawned upon him that the wolf was in fact Mae. Her soft spoken voice breathed delicately into his ears which amounted to many shivers running down his spine.

One word; that was all it took for him to melt into her sweet, sweet lyrics. He could have listened to her forever and he would have never bored of her words. She spoke in the most flawless, honey like pitch. And her gorgeous, fluffy pelt sprawled across him like a blanket. She was just what he needed to warm him in the harsh winter nights, to chase away the chills that taunted his body. She was perfect. And he would have remained so close for longer if it had not been increasingly uncomfortable.

“Are you,” he growled, “trying to kill me?” Though the tone of grumpiness was strong in his voice, he couldn’t stop the sound of amusement and happiness that subtly breathed through. Terrel could never stay irritated at her – he wasn’t even certain it was possible. She was the one who had managed to unlock his battered up heart. He would do anything for her. He would have spilled out his jumbled up thoughts and memories in a mere second if she asked.

He wrestled under the girl’s grip, managing to twist himself so that under her weight, he could still see his offender. “Darling Mae, what did I ever do to deserve such a thing?” Terrel laughed, and as he did so, his chest rose in a gentle rhythm. The boy strained to reach up to nuzzle into the downy softness of her neck fur, gazing into her amber smeared eyes as he did so. He was glad that he had been given this hour, two hours or however long to spend in her company. It must have been fate that had brought the pair together, even despite Terrel’s reluctance to call for her. With a final inhale of her elusive perfume; he forced himself to gently move from her enticing body. Terrel found himself reluctant to move, for their momentary closeness was something he craved.

But he decided not to remain still for a long time and instead occupied a spirited bound that soon changed into a bow. His playful stare narrowed at his grey painted companion, plume swaying with mischief. His forepaws dragged quickly across the snow laid ground in hope that it would manage to catch the fae. He bounded messily to the snow, chunks of white flakes flying into the chilled air. As Terrel got closer to his friend, he roe upon his back legs and rested one over her back in attempt to tackle her to the ground. It was his way of revenge, perhaps.




I keep climbing but it never seems to stop