Cold Body in Hot Water
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Patiently, she wanted for sleep to take her, so ensure that when she awoke the following morning it was with a renewed sense of clarity from a restful night. She wanted to find peace before she slept rather than falling asleep disturbed then waking with the same bitter mood. Maintaining a bitter air was difficult, but the she-wolf was finding she had a knack for it, especially now when her emotions were not solely her own.

Carefully she slipped her palm from beneath her head and further laid herself along the basin of the heated pool. Turning, she laid on her back, staring into the encompassing mist with fine beads of moister clinging to her muzzle. Each breath was thick and warm, lulling her to repose in comfort. Perhaps just a few more and she would be tired enough to return to her own chambers. Just a little longer… was all she needed.

A voice pulled her head from against her head but they were the only part of her to rise in acknowledgement. The Nomad remained where she was, lying on her back with autumn tendrils concealing her amber eyes. Her sigh was long and by its inflexion annoyed, but she offered nothing to further convey the effects of being disturbed. Why was he here, she thought but did not bother to ask him. Surely if he wanted to talk about the pack he could have waited until she was ready to receiving him…or better yet, in the mind to do so. She did not know how to describe herself now. But she knew she had become wary of him now, ever since the day he had defied her, put the camaraderie of a dog before her the light of her eyes that bathed him so lovingly, had dulled to a suspicious, scrutinizing glow. A glow of distrust. Fortunately, her eyes were closed to him.

“Yes Jaden.”


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