I'll wait for you and listen -- {I'm yours}

[&&Listen to the thunder.]

I guess what I'd be sayin' is there ain't no better reason
to rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons
it's what we aim to do
our name is our virtue

Sorrow sat, her smokey gray fur turning more and more white by the second as the snow fell lightly all around her. She had no idea whether it snowed down in the Valley as well- she wasn't too high up in the mountains, but she was high enough so that the temperature could be at least two or three degrees than down on lower ground.
There was a reason she sat, shivering in the cold- she had come up here to think in solidarity. She had spent much too long alone, and now she was addicted; she needed to be alone to be able to think clearly.

I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
So I drew a new face and I laughed

She was so happy here. Sorrow had finally found a place where she could belong- a pack, and one that would only grow and become stronger. She made a small puff of her breath, and it fogged around her- she laughed and nuzzled the warm air it had made until it disappeared. Sorrow was finally happy.

Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and you'll be free
Look into your heart and you will find that the sky is yours

But she had one small problem, if you could call it a problem. She had found love, for the first time since her mother died. Thunder, the rugged, free-spirited male who had also recently joined the Putnar. Like her, he was still getting used the the "large pack" thing, but Sorrow could tell he didn't like it as much as she did. So she had befriended him, and they spent much time together. The gray-black she-wolf sighed and looked up at the clouded sky, letting the wind whip her face and bring tears to the corners of her eyes. Sorrow didn't think Thunder had the same feelings for her as she did for him, but for now it was enough just to be his friend. She could wait, but not for much longer- Sorrow's cloudy blue eyes shone with a new determination as she stood up, shaking the cold melted snow off her pelt. I'm yours, Thunder, she thought.

Because our time is short
I can't hesitate anymore,
This is our fate,
I'm yours.

[Quexe]

Riskan trudged noisily through the snow, not bothering to be stealthy as he figured there was no one up here at this time of night but himself. Apparently, though, he was wrong- surprisingly, he spotted a dappled gray pelt against the soft fresh falling snow.
Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Sorrow, the new female. She was indeed a beautiful wolf, but not really his type. Besides, anyone with a mouse for a brain could tell she was mad for Thunder, the other newer wolf to the Putnar.
"Hey, Sorrow!" Riskan called through the fog, happy for someone to talk to on this gloomy night. "I didn't expect to see you here!"

[&&Listen to the thunder.]

Sorrow turned, extremely startled by the wolf calling behind her. She had heard him approach, but she hadn't expected Riskan to actually speak to her. He was known in the pack for his unfriendliness and general social faultiness.
However, there was no one else he could be addressing, expecially none by the name of Sorrow, so that meant he was talking to her.
"Hi Riskan," she replied, finally uncurling from her sitting position and standing up in the light, fresh snow. She shook the damp fluster off of her gray fur, which was basically a useless gesture as the snow continued to soak through her pelt, falling more swiftly and in larger clumps now. "What are you doing way up here?" She asked, unable to keep the surprise she felt from entering her voice.

[Quexe]

"I often come here at this time" Riskan told Sorrow as he continued to trudge closer to the wolf "How about you?"

[&&Listen to the thunder.]

"No, I don't come up here too much," she replied sweetly, coming closer to her pack mate and brushing her thick, smoky pelt against his in a friendly gesture. "But I find I'm so used to being alone, I need to get away from the others to think properly every once in a while." The snow was coming down hard now, and Sorrow's back was now completely covered in white flecks. The clouds had darkened some since she had first come up here, and Sorrow decided it was time to get back down to camp.
"I'm going to head back down to the Valley," she told Riskan, moving away from the other wolf. "Are you coming?"