|| D r i f t ||
As Drift walked through the forest, getting farther and farther away from her pack, she saw a young fae, whom she recognized to be Breeze, of Broken Shadows. Oh, how she envied the fae's being in the brute pack, how Drift wished her own life would be that easy, and abundance of males to choose. But, she was in the fae's pack, and she would have to make the best of her life here. So deep was she in thought that she stumbled into the edge of a river, falling over in the mud, dirtying her glossy white coat, turning it to a mucky brown colour. "Oh, that's great..." She muttered, trying to free herself from the mud.
|| L u c a s ||
The male wandered through the trees, enjoying the feel of the breeze on his fur. If only he could free his thoughts of Mist, her beautiful eyes, snow white fur... He needed to get her image out of his head, but couldn't make it budge.