by Hopeflower » Thu Jul 12, 2007 10:47 pm
Steeltalon nodded, trying to ignore the pain of her burned shoulder. She touched her shout to Darkness' shoulder in a brief but meaningful gesture of affection, and started following Silver's scent trail.
Silver lifted her head as the ferns waved wildly, shaken by more than just the wind, and scented the air, smelling Steeltalon and Darkness. "Looks like they worked it out," she growled softly, amused.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
"Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you're willing to practice, you can do." ~ Bob Ross
"The future is always uncertain and painful but it must be lived." ~ Unknown