There are certain days that hold a brisk sort of promise. The kind of promise that is swallowed in a mouthful of cool water or inhaled on a pollen-laden breath. Today was one of those days. The moment I had awoken I had felt it in my bones, the need to soar, to run, to defeat my enemy the wind. I held back though because Viserys invited me to go with him and since we had become nearly inseparable I would always stay with him. His hip did not allow for such speed as mine but that did nt mean he held me back. Nay, often during the trip I would race ahead of him, a blur of color an a flash of teeth, then circle back around. I knew he never begrudged me such behavior just as I never did him. We were two vastly different beings and yet we twined well together.

The burning in my narrow limbs makes me pant happily at his side, my breathing shallow as my body tingles from my run. Viserys is languid compared to me even if he moves smoother than he has in a long time. Spring did that to a wolf, made them proud to be alive and thrilled in the joy of exploration. No matter what happened though I would not leave Viserys. He had become the stone in the middle of the river for me. The very thing that grounded me. I remember meeting him, thinking him a handsome prince if a bit strange, but I knew I wasn't easy to handle. I was a wildfire out of control, often raging then mellowing, and he allowed me to be who I am but tempered. Controlled; understood.

It had been a year since the deaths of my parents and I still regretted not being there to bury them. Regretted my cowardice that had caused me to race away in the midst of mourning, furious and scared and grieving. So much had happened and I still balked when I thought of seeking out my brothers and sisters to see how they were. Or even visiting the graves of my parents. No, I simply couldn't bear it yet. So I wouldn't.

His words draw my attention, my face somber at his mention of winter and death. Certainly fitting, really, but I am quick to smile a the rest, rolling my pale eyes slightly but wagging my tail. It was my way of showing my affection for his quirky way of thinking. "It is wonderful. Well, it will be, once this drasted undercoat is gone. I cannot stand spending the whole day grooming just to look like some... porcupine!" I huff, my vain speaking testament to our different personalities, but it is also said in jest. Since the previous winter I had been less and less inclined to making myself perfect - not that I stopped completely. I was always beautiful.

I grin at Viserys, noting his bashful smile and while I felt a thread of nervousness zip through me, I fought it with the tingling warmth that such words always brought. Instead, I step closer to him so that our shoulders brush. "Me too," I murmur warmly. "I like the plains but woods are a good change."