She smiled, looking at me with those round eyes. Round and shiny. Ah. I must get one of these in my life. These wolfy pups. One name I shall call them forever, because it is just fitting and it is not cliché. At least in my thoughts, because it is too cute of a word to spill out of my mouth too often. I can see that her fear was all gone and she watched the storm with me, feeling safe and excited. She even asked me something about coming here. I don’t know, I was too busy trying to look my part and didn’t actually hear the entire question. I guessed that she asked me if I come here often to watch the storm and as always. I’m right. She replies, telling me that she will come here to watch too.

- It is indeed, the best place. - I smiled - But the real place to watch one of these is where I was raised. It was a high mountain. Me and my… half mother.. We used to watch the storms from up there and eat fish. It was like, being part of it. The lightning was so close to us.

I told her with a smile, sighing just at the thought of those days. When I was innocent myself. Those were great times. I was a little god enjoying my own power and mother of earth, well, she would just sit close to me end let me ruff her fur with my muzzle. I found it funny how her fur tangled easily.

Noooow, wait a second. This pup.... How did she make me speak about that? Why did I even do it? And she didn’t even ask me about it. No did she? These wolfy things are evil. Now she knows about me. My secret side is revealed and she may spread all over the world how I was when I was small. And I can’t hurt her at all or… Why I want to cuddle? This thought is not welcome, but I keep looking at her and thinking that she needs to be cuddled. Does she need that? Asking her that would be too horrifyingly cute. So I choose to assume that pups are evil things that suck our powers and makes us dumb creatures wanting to cuddle and protect them. Oh!! Did I do that when I was small? NO!! It can’t be! I am the bad guy!! I cannot have been a fluffy furball with round eyes. Oh no… How many times have I said that I would conquer the world. I thought I was so epic and I was simply being cute. This is a curse. One that cannot be exterminated. Ah. Perhaps not a bad curse… It is… I.. I like being here with her. I admit it.

Oh!! Now!! It is time. She settled between my paws and rested her head upon her tiny paws. I cannot help it, but compare my size to hers. Ah, so tiny! Oooh!! Pillow, pillow. I waited just a little bit before placing my own head over her and slowly letting my head rest, a little afraid it might crush her. NO!! That would be terrible. I would kill myself if that happened. No killing pups for me. And stop judging me gods!!! Stooop! I am the bad guy. Just because I am a little soft – Perhaps water soft around pups – That doesn’t mean I am not bad. I am terrible. But I beg you, don’t let my head crush her. I just want a pillow. Please.

- Are you cold?

I asked her, letting this be my excuse to rest my head on her. Now you’re going to be my pillow. She is indeed very fluffy and comfortable. I wonder of Mother of earth has used me as her pillow too. That is comfortable. I want to keep her!