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"You'll remember me...when the west wind moves...upon the fields of barley..." Ruri sang Fields of Gold, one of her favorite songs. Though the visual descriptions of the song lost their meaning to the blind girl, the other lyrics and the melody were perfect for singing. Her soprano voice rang over the landscape as she too made her way towards the racetrack, although particularly she was headed for the stables. She didn't know if she would find Heath there, but she figured if she didn't then she might just wait for him to return. These days when the weather was pleasant the delicate Majordomo of Cour des Miracles rarely stayed at her cabin...at least during the day time hours. Everything was how it was supposed to be. Jac was back, although now that the pack was growing she seemed to see him less and less. It was as if he was finding other things to occupy his time with besides his little sidekick. However, each visit he paid her always succeeded in banishing those thoughts from her mind. He was still as close to her as ever, even if he wasn't around to show it as often as he used to be. Besides, she now had lots of friends to be around, some more so than others. Heath seemed to be taking up more and more of her time lately and the more she thought about him, the more drawn to him she felt. He was so nice to her, and he was understanding and considerate, just to name a few of his good characteristics. The feelings she had for him grew with each passing day and as they grew her understanding of them seemed to change. The affection she felt for the coy-wolf was not so unfamiliar anymore. The ivory and merle lautari continued to ponder these things for only a moment as her inner questions seemed to interfere with her singing, something she would not allow.
The petite border collie was quite close to the stables now, her sensitive nose was almost overwhelmed by the scents of the individual horses. It was difficult for her to ignore them long enough to sniff for any of the familiar scents of her pack mates. However, when she finally did manage to focus only on any lupine scents in the area, the smell of someone unexpected was the first she recognized. Doing something she normally didn't do, Ruri increased her pace to a run, being as careful as possible not to trip or injure herself. She had to make sure! Was it really who she thought it was or was her mind playing tricks on her. When she came close that the source of the scent seemed nearby, the slender collie dog stopped, "Firefly? Is that you?" she questioned, her half-folded ears perked in hopeful excitement.