How am I supposed to breathe?
I try to relax
I touch your still frame
So I can watch you closer
And study the ways I believe I belong to you
To you

The sky turned a series of pinks, purples, and oranges as the sun set on the horizon. The land was dark, but the ocean beautiful. She longed to lunge herself into the deep abyss. The waves crashed against the cliffs with a anger too rich it stung Rain's silver orbs. She trotted silently on, her intentions clear. She wished to join a pack. She was tired of running, tired of hiding, tired of being on her own. Such thoughts are hidden to herself. She knew the reason why she wanted to join, but refused to believe she couldn't live alone anymore. She could feel her mind, on the edge of snapping, testing her mental limits. Her figure trembled with pleasure as a sea-mist sprayed over her. She lungs welcomed the H2O warmly. Her ear twitched at the sound of the waves, rising and crash and floating ashore. Her heart filled with warmth.

I scratch at your waist-line
Your doll hair
I dig up the thought of how your eyes glow
So I'll make my religion, my collision
My escape goat
So have I found your secret weak spot baby?

Her pads kept up the rhythmic pattern of her movements. Soon, she found herself at the edge of Tanrryn territory. A smile, more like a smirk, stretched across her muzzle. She threw her maw up and sung her beautiful song. She was asking for acceptance into this pack, naturally. She sat low to the ground, awaiting patiently.