She snorted internally. You kept me up all night! she thought to herself, but didn't speak it aloud. Instead, she just shrugged. "Aside from that little daytime stroll you went on, it was alright," she replied, yawning. "Come on, I want to show you the meadow." She started padding away, not stopping to see if he was following.

It might not be a good idea showing him the meadow this early, but if I'm going to have to be mates with him, he may as well get to know me. She glanced back at him as her thoughts wandered, wondering if he'd even TRY to actually get to know her. If he didn't this was going to be an aweful arrangement. She sighed, shaking herself as they reached the meadow. It was hidden away behin the thickest parts of the forest, and was quite peaceful. There was a small pond in the center, with a few flat rocks at one end where the sun hit and warmed the rocks. The clearing was littered with flowers, and the grass somehow seemed softer, though that was probably just an illusion from how peaceful and calm it made wolves. Star padded over to the rocks, laying down with enough room for him to join if he wanted. She didn't ask him to join her, but she left the space for him. He couldn't tell if it was a test or not.

Hurricane followed the she-wolf as she took him to a meadow, he wondered if the week was over yet, if he could go see his family for a bit before returning. He wondered what was going on over there, if perhaps things were going good and smooth, or if something devestating happened and he wouldn't know until he returned.

But he left his mind to wander as he was amazed at the meadow Star led him too, it was beautiful and little firefly's were flying about, giving the flowers and the meadow a nightly look to it.

He watched her lay down, leaving enough space for him to join her, and he was going to join her out of spite. . . But he was hesitating. As if perhaps she would not want him to join her.

No, he would not think like that. She didn't want him, and he didn't want her. It was mutual, right?

He found enough courage and padded over to the female, ignoring her glittering black wings in the moonlight. They looked beautiful and majestic. She reminded him of an independent Alpha who needed no one to rule her pack besides her.

Hurricane took the spot beside the female and tried to ignore the fact that their pelts were touching in the slightest of ways; they weren't close, but not far enough to avoid their fur touching.

"Do you always come here?" He asked the female as he looked over at her, for once letting go of the snarky, rude comments, and replaced them with a gentle and kinder version of himself.