Everything seemed to be happening in a whirlwind of twisting thoughts, emotions, and actions. Her soul soared with the laughter they shared but felt fractured by the face of the boy that had captured her two years ago. She looked at Thor, her tail still wagging but her thoughts slowly becoming more thoughtful. As they tumbled along the sand, nipping and covering each other thoroughly with their scents and bodies she started to slow and truly start to let the feeling of what they were doing sink in. This was new and strange to her. As much as she enjoyed it, she still needed to understand it. After all, he had just come back and swept her up into this wind.

All but sitting on top of him, she looked down as if she were considering and contemplating him. Well, Ears. she began, nipping at his twitching appendages. What kind of den are you looking for? Beach side, inland, cozy, roomy, sandy, rocky…? Her list was long and varied. With little to do some days she had spent too much time seeking hidy holes she could escape to or hide things in. There was of course her personal den as well. A cave of rock and stone with a veiw of the ocean’s waves. It was a challenge to get to, hidden from most but spacious and dry once one entered. Perhaps this was part of the reason she felt the disconnect from the rest of the pack. She pondered a momnt before looking back down at her pinned companion, waiting patiently for his response and preferences so she could find him the perfect spot.