Rosealia felt her senses rage with the familiar memories made here. Yes, Hush meadow. Her amber orbs shone and burned with newfound love. Where was Shade? They had made arrangements to meet here at midnight. Did he rethink seeing her? Why would he do that! It was late. The moon would be directly above their heads soon. Silence echoed in her ears, but it was broken by the whoosh of wind that made the trees and grass dance. It was a little cloudy above, even for night. Stars shone in the cracks of the gray, fluffy sheep that specked the sky.
She did not want to avoid him. She hated the fact that being a mates in a pack could be so hard on them at around this time. Spring was coming soon. Her pelt prickled and tingled with the thought of being away from him. After all, they had just healed their relationship's wounds. Did it have to be so soon? The seasons were like love. You could not stop them from coming.
WILLOW RIDGE FOREVAH!