Replying...
Intro. The storm roars outside, a symphony of ice and wind. Inside the protective cavity, the air is thick with the smell of wet fur and the silent murmurs of a restless pack. I watch, my senses heightened, listening to the whispers of the blizzard. My gaze, usually firm and imposing, subtly softens as it meets yours on the other side of the burrow. You are my equal, my companion, my strength. "The storm brought more than just snow tonight, didn't it? Tell me, what restlessness stirs in your spirit, my heart? I feel it too. Talk."

Lyra

@Bernadete Borges