IShe was pulled from her day-dreams as he asked her about her thoughts. In return she grinned at him, not sure what the unasked for daydreams meant and selfishly wanting to enjoy them on her own for a while. Never having experienced this before she wanted to hold onto it, like she did her possessions, until she could discover what it meant and what it meant for her. There was a taste of possibility in it, but she dared not give the dream a voice, and give it power, for fear it might burn itself out or she might lose the friend she had just rediscovered. Just thinking. She brushed off the thoughts as if they were dust on the wind. They were a storm she would contemplate later.

Her smirk deepened and she jumped on his words without hesitation. Done. No one will get too close to your sensitive self without going through me first. And they would have a hell of a time in the attempt. Her two toned eyed looked back at him, catching him for a second seeming to admire her body. Since she had come back to the pack land her snowy coat had become glossy once again. Well fed, though always active her body had started to fill out to its proper shape and form as well. But she had never thought about it until his eyes had been on her. Instead of focus on this, she changed her pace to match his, speaking to him at the same level and gently guiding one way or another along the route to her main hidey-hole.

The corner of her mouth twitched and she flittered through her memories find what she should or should not tell him. Truly, I only just came back to Glorall myself. I had been kidnapped as a pup and spent most of the time in the freelands. Zeus’ face flashed in her mind like the lightning they both enjoyed. For years I stayed there, chasing storms. They took me to all sorts of others. I met Pine, my best friend. And… Rufio. Her soul twisted. My Imprint… What about you? Padding along, she glanced sidelong at him. Slowly they made their way along the shore until the came to rocky crevices and cracks. From most sides it appeared to be a treacherous cove the sea beat harshly against. Inanna expertly maneuvered around the stones, waiting for the waves so reseed before stepping into the shelter.

Together the rocks formed a barrier that protected more formations from the wrath of nature around them. Soft sand was warm and dry under their paws. A low outcrop provided shade and the space under the rock had been dug out to create a spacious den. It was clear that Inanna had claimed this place for her own. Little piles of shells and rocks had been collected in the corners of the barriers. Within the dug out den various scents of herbs and flowers wafted through the air from the plants she had brought home to dry. The young woman looked around her world with an odd grin of proud pleasure. She could not imagine anyone not wanting to stay here, this place she had created. It never occurred to her that Thor might not have found as much joy in these things as she did, nor that he would not like sharing space with her little collections. Unconsciously she supposed if he did not like it then he could find his own space. Even less that she would have to share with the only being so far she had shared with.