This will be my last post. I had lot’s of fun rping with you! Maybe Finn and Svara can meet again in the future.
Finn broke into full laughter then, watching Svara as she stalked away. She was acting like a small child who hadn’t gotten her way, and Finn was quite thrilled to be responsible for that. The young wolf was obviously in even more of a temper than before, so Finn let her go, the grin still hovering round her eyes. She couldn’t say she liked Svara, but she enjoyed that devil-may-care attitude. Perhaps they would meet again when she wasn’t so obviously annoyed with the world. Finn yawned and stretched, looking away from the retreating figure in the dark and towards the hotel.
She had to conquer this stupid fear, she had to master it. She wasn’t going to live outside in the snow while the rest of the pack were all holed up, toasty warm and comfortable! She’d get herself a room, maybe even some blankets. Maybe she’d be all daring and start a fire. It was a ridiculous fear and she was tired of living like this. Finn straightened, and set a paw upon the threshold. A shiver passed through her once again, but this time she shook it off, and disappeared into the gloom of the large, stone building.