I was at blissful peace for the first time in a long time. Even in the presence of another wolf I felt like I could relax for the first time in a very long time. I couldn't even remember the last time i'd been so at peace; It had to have been when I was a small pup, because as I grew older my brother began to cause nothing but stress and tension, until his betrayal. I'd been on the run and alone, with nobody to watch my back. Even though I somehow preferred being alone, I could feel how much I still longed to be with others. It was the natural instinct of a wolf, we weren't made to be alone. Even though we were physically built to survive on our own, we unconsciously needed one another. It kept us sane.

My ears twitched and I peeked my eyes open when I heard the male stand. I watched his form stretch before he started leisurely walking towards me. I opened my eyes and lifted my head to watch him as he closed the distance. There was a little bit of caution in my gaze, but it was mostly filled with curiosity as I felt no threat from this wolf. "Excuse me, miss…" he started as he approached, keeping a respectful few feet between us and a friendly wag of his tail "… I’m sorry for interrupting your moment, but I just thought it would be rude to just stay in spot without complimenting such beauty…." The words rolled off his tongue like silk, and I sensed that he wasn't lying, or if he was, he was doing an incredibly convincing job of it. My ears fell back in shy embarrassment and I had to drop my gaze. There were butterflys fluttering in my stomach from his words.

I looked up at him, pushing back some of my shy instinct. I smiled shyly, but sweetly. "Nobodies ever said that about me before," I said quietly, finding it hard to find my voice as I was almost lost to his charm and in the sea that was his eyes. They were stunning, a beautiful mixture of blue and green. But what I said was true, my sisters were the pretty ones that all the male wolves swooned over. They always had a boy trying to court them and never payed me a passing glance, not that I minded too much. On top of that my brother picked on me, making a point to call me hideous. Even the rogues he sent after me said they thought about sparing me if I was pretty but then they saw me. My tail wagged and I shifted slightly, not knowing what to do in this kind of situation.

It was weird talking to someone. I hadn't talked to anyone in a while, the few I had had been unpleasant. There was something about this male that told me he was different, I found myself being able to relax in his company. For some reason I reached out to him, felt something I hadn't felt in a long time in the company of another. I looked up with a still shy but inviting smile. I wanted him to stay, to talk. It was strange. "My name's Denali. Who do I have the pleasure of talking to?" I said, my voice still on the quiet side, not being used to talking to others.


But I don't want good and I don't want good enough, I want can't sleep, can't breathe without you love....