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The wind was howling loudly outside, and it gave the Alphesse the chills. The wind was the same as the day she left to go get food for her family, and it bothered her senses, making her fur stand on ends in fear, and, an troubled facade danced across her visage, before disappearing. Of course, Makato didn't need to worry about her past for now, even though he trusted her with his, he didn't need to worry about keeping himself in check. That was they way that the maiden always thought, never to bother them until you know them well enough. Either way, pity was not one for Placid to care for, and that's probably all she would end up with anyways.



When he finished his last bone, he mentioned something about sacrifices, and Placid carefully replaced the distressed look on her visage to another blank look. It wasn't one of boredom, but more one of caution not to let him meddle with her thoughts. He also continued, mentioning the fact he would be interested if she accepted him, in a very blunt fashion, giving the answer straight out. The femme nodded, a pleased tone covering her vocals as she spoke again,
"Of course I will! I can give you a tour of the territory tomorrow, but for now, let's get some sleep, shall we?" The maiden laughed, and it nearly sounded like wind chimes in the soft breeze, before she motioned to the back of the den. Once he was asleep, she'd probably doze off too, but she had to keep him warm, anyway.

The rain pounded the top of her den, and it was soothing. Makato's rhythmatic breathing soothed her, and her orbs filled with unusual tears. Makato was so much like her youngest pup, who had died looking for her in the storm. With tears tricking down her visage, the quiet, mourning maiden moved to the entrance of the den, staring out into the rain and snow. No, she did not pity herself, but instead was sad beyond belief. This brute, her new pack member, Makato, was causing her grief. Not a terrible kind, either. The land of tears is a very special place, and the Alphesse knew. Her azure optics stared pointlessly into the storm as the femme attempted to call her mind, attempted to end this pain. She needed to restart. That's all that mattered. A long, sad whine slipped out of her maw, followed by a sad sigh before the maiden spun around and looked back at Makato. She padded over to him and laid on his right side, curling into him and allowing her alabaster coat to cover part of him, sharing their heat together. She would have to get more comfortable with such close courters, having pack members to share warmth with was a smart idea in storms and cold winters. Her sleep came uneasy, filled with lost dreams that should have never been born.