She truly loved nights like this, the distant echo of thunder and occasional flash of lightening from the approaching spring storm. It was just what she needed, after parting with her new found imprint in the fields by the lake, she had felt quite lonely. She had to admit that she and Vincent had grown close in the few hours after their inevitable meeting, and after parting she had missed his company. This storm brought with it a welcomed boost in confidence and, for lack of a better word, feeling of unity. Giddy with pleasure from the energy the storm gave her, she raced the wind throughout the woodland. Her mostly black pelt blending into the dark night's air. She absolutely loved the warm night, without a doubt it was the perfect storm brewing. Her mismatched eyes shining with excitement, took in everything around her with ease and confidence.

Eventually the race against the wind brought her to an opening hidden within the trees, with a good view of the sky so she could watch the dance of the lightening. Here she sunk to her haunches, comfortably gazing up at the at the dark cloud covered sky. The warm gusts of wind goes howling through the trees once more, and this time she howled with it as it played with her fur. Then she returned back to her previous pose of calmly gazing up at the sky waiting for the show to start, it almost seemed as though all her senses were in sync with the storm.