Ehehe, private for Quicksilver. Sorry for the wait, it took me longer than I thought. Lyrics are from "Waiting for the Light to Change" by Tonic. Edit- ugh, I fixed some typos, rather belatedly.

Life is good and life is grand Quiet was something that hardly ever seemed to occur in the valley. All throughout the night, crickets chirp their joyful symphony for all to hear in an attempt to attract the perfect mate, like most other singing creatures and in the morning, the birds took up the resident position in making lovely sounds that could last from dawn until dusk. Perhaps the idea of a male serenading his female has been permanently ingrained into all species biological response systems as "romantic" and "attractive." After all, what woman wouldn't like a man who stepped back for just one moment to show the softer side of his heart, while releasing his every desire into a sweet melody that any passerby could here, not just the lady in question? Maybe it was not limited to just males either, for females can return the favor, but it was just something about the dominant or emotionally secretive partner sharing his or her feelings that made it unique. It was like touching usually forbidden territory in a way that made it special, because where everyone else was shut out, that one person was allowed in. They were allowed to see.

When you're sitting on top of the world Perhaps when one lost themselves, they either strengthened the forces or did not realize that they lost all barriers to their hidden world. Or maybe it just was that they no longer saw the point in staying in the shadows. Whatever the reason, sweet music filled the warm air of another lovely, summer's day. The heat seemed to radiate from the joyous sounds until it was almost unbearable, but for one creature it was like an embrace of love. Her tongue lulled unceremoniously out the corner of her maw and dripped saliva onto the dry green spindles below. It seemed that the warmer things got, the more the youth shined, for her coat glistened brilliantly in the afternoon with the fiery red consuming nearly her entire body. Foam frothed around her extremities and ash billowed off the top of her short attire almost like a molten rock ever doused in a constant flame. She did not seem to pay any mind to her appearance, however, for it had always just been that way... at least color wise. The gloss of her fur had seen better days with tufts going against the grain and large portions of pale, dull clusters protruding higher then the rest. The more she brushed against the bushes near by, the thicker the trail of fur balls that followed her.

Life is good when it's in your hands, your hands It wasn't that she wasn't eating or taking of herself, it was just that the undercoat was falling out faster then she could rip the damn patches off. But what did she care? A long grin stretched across her cheeks in an unusually shallow manner that echoed her simplistic joy inside. She was a brilliant, beautiful creature in her head that glided along the meadow with elegant, ladylike ease and grace. Never mind that her paws her a little slower on the uptake then her mind and she seemed to partially plod along at a noisier level than she was accustomed too, or that the the shedding made her look like a mangy beast. She still had that gloriously upbeat personality going for her and her sweet, adorable nature that overrode whatever plagued her body. Her steps might have been like any pups, still ignorant to the fact that they caused noise when they trudged over broken branches and loose vines, but one who took a closer look would realized that Kenzoku was known for a sort of refinement and mature attitude even as a younger pup. She carefully worked for silence as it was one of the first lessons she was ever taught, though her nose could still use a little training. Things that had to do with sound were suppose to be her forte, yet at this moment she seemed to loose all will to stay hidden.

And nobody can change your world All the wolves in the valley knew she was there, why shield herself from them? It wasn't like the big bad mousies were going to start pouncing her any time soon and she wasn't hungie. They could all flee fer now 'n she'd catch um later. The red one grinned wider, casting her cloudy gaze throughout the territory with an overwhelming sense of pride. This was her world and she was standing right at the top of it, teetering on the fringes of adulthood with her head leisurely held high. A sweet chuckle echoed from the girl's throat for a moment before she took several more steps forward towards the center of the pack. It was all quiet around her as far as other canines were concerned, and the dear longed for some interaction, any kind of social connection. It seemed like hours had past and the small wolf was feeling rather lonely. Everything else was shut out with a soft whine rushing from her throat. Where'd they all go? She questioned in a playfully curious way, her plume waving idly at her rear. Did they wanna play hid'ie-see'? Her words slurred faintly in her mind, as if drugged by just how wonderful life was. How could she ever think there was something better then Strawberry Fields? It was perfect. There were lots of berries to eat (poisoned ones), family, friends, Silver, some trees, no nasty river, some streams and Radar. Oh 'n that guy that saved'er too. What did'e save'er from again?

No worries, dear. This should be interesting to say the least, lol. And I found a song that so fits the entire boardwide plot right now- Unwell by Matchbox 20.

All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something
Hold on, feeling like I'm heading for a
Break down, and I don't know why

One could always know when it was the dead of summer, for even the nights brought no cool respite to the blistering days that came before them. Of course, the small patches of shade hidden beneath dehydrated leaves were always a minor relief from the blazing sun during the peak hours. The dark hollows could range anywhere from three to fifteen degrees cooler then the bright areas around it, but when days got up to a hundred degrees not including humidity, it was hardly a blessing. Nevertheless, something was better then nothing, right? Unfortunately, Strawberry Fields was known for its abundance of berry bushes and other early succession plants, so a cold down under the sparse canopy was hard to come by, leaving shade a coveted thing throughout the pack lands. Then the fiery ball descended beyond the crest of the mountains and all was placed in twilight until darkness claimed the world. After several hours, the visible heat would die down and the soil would cool slowly, but not enough to offer much comfort. Even though hot rays were no longer scorching the land, the sticky humidity lingered on.

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be... me

That was where Kenzie found herself. Even at the early hours of the morn' and covered in a delicate silvery veil, pants still echoed hoarsely from her throat and her fur clung to her flesh, not including the down that fought for freedom beyond the guard hairs. Water might have been a fabulous option to relax, for the rivers always brought fresh, icy buckets downstream, but with the recent epidemic, few cared to seek shelter in the calm waves. Fortunately or not for the youth, larger bodies of water were still a distance away, though what good it would do her was unknown. Something already plagued her system beyond her consciousness and sadly, the dear was completely oblivious to the rest of her world. She had yet to realize that there were sick wolves running rapid and even more so, that she was among them. As it were, her vision grew hazy at intervals as it seemed everything dashed past her sights a bit to quickly for her to properly focus on them, almost as if one moment she recognized the long stem of a sapling and the next it blurred into a streak of grayish-tan. That was only a small hindrance though, considering the youngster could always hear what was coming, right?

Talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know that they've all been talking about me
I can hear their whisper
And it makes me feel that
There must be something wrong with me
After all the hours thinking
Somehow I've lost my mind

Grooves of trees streamlining by were not unfamiliar to the ginger one. After all, she grew up in a dense forest where once she became proficient, her sheer speed would cause everything to merge together out the corners of her eyes. In her current thoughts, the experience was almost the same. She was young, sleek and graceful, while darting through the obstacles of her beloved home, adoring the thrill of the warm breeze billowing against her lithe frame. It hit her so hard that it resounded in her ears and thrashed against her wavering sides as she trotted along. In all reality, this was not a natural occurrence. The trees in the 'Fields were much more spread out then in the Forest and her speed was hardly top notch, more like a mid-jog than anything. Long limbs stretched forwards and collapsed upon the dry earth in the most uncanny way, slightly favoring her left side for whatever reason while her hind legs rushed a little quicker than her front, making an awkward near-tripping gait that would have had her disqualified on the spot were she a competing horse. If she attempted to go any faster, her own rear paws would tread upon her forward ones, causing her to flip head over heels into the shadowed land ahead. The wind slowed Kenzoku's progress a bit as well, for she no longer ran through it like an arrow, but against it like a brick.

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

Thankfully the babe didn't have to search too hard before another life form entered her senses. It was odd for no one to be milling around the territory, at least in Kenzie world. She didn't care to consider that it was late and some had ailments that restricted them to their dens and small living spaces. The pup, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with tiny holes. She wanted to run and live and breathe freedom. Each step she took made her feel more real, freeing up more of her sanity and releasing it to the wind. I'm alive. She thought, feeling the energy surge through her veins and pulse along her form until it warmed her straight to the heart. All recollections of Indy and their discussion only a week or two prior had completely left her. The pups, Kratina, her confession- gone. Kenzie only vaguely recalled the bliss everyone felt in the pack and how great it was to be home.Not to mention Radar's return and the fabulous pack hunt. She felt like an unknown weight had been lifted off her shoulders and nothing could possibly burden them again. Live was grand, and in and instant, everything was to become just a little be better.

I've been talking in my sleep
Soon they'll come to get me
And they're taking me away

If the girl was thinking clearly, she would have been startled when a sweet voice rippled against her ebony tipped ears without any sound to that prior. Typically, the red wolf heard another's approach anywhere from seconds to a handful of minutes ahead of time, perhaps even a half-hour or so if the subject was particularly loud. Now, nothing triggered her alarms until that soft, soothing sound prodded at her senses and beckoned her near. It came upon her like a warm blanket, protecting her from the cold and offering her comfort in whatever why it deemed possible. Kenzoku immediately felt at ease before ever seeing the figure approach, just hearing the voice. A wide smile stretched languidly across her cheeks as the green eyes blinked open once more, not realizing when they had closed or even when her paws stopped moving forwards. Off to one side, a silvery wonder approached in the moonlight. Everything about the way it dazzled off of her pelt made the youth's heart tingle in a way she couldn't begin to describe, yet was oddly familiar.

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

'Silver! The sugary words called joyfully, hinting to her surprise. The woman was like an angel, a luminescent beckon in the darkness with stark, impossibly deep blue eyes. Kenzie's form instantly sank lower to the ground like she always did in the presence of an elder, her ears sloping off to the sides easily so the charcoal backs shimmered with a silky smooth texture in the moonlight. The only thing that kept her from the epitome of respectful submission was her coal dipped crimson banner. That plume at her rear couldn't wave any harder as it twisted in every which direction completely of its own accord. All the exhaustion she might have had before vanished with the breeze as energy raced through her twofold. It made each one of her senses prickle, becoming acutely aware of everything around her. She found herself murring lightly in the dim light as she trotted the few remaining steps between them at a relatively calm pace, yearning for something familiar and suddenly hating the open air and the breeze it created. The instant she came within a few inches of her Alpha though, everything stopped as the near-adult became conflicted: to wait or to go? After three painstaking seconds, Kenzie couldn't take anymore and she lead forwards darlingly to press herself against the other's side ever so softly and placed a flurry of kisses on the underside of Quicksilver's jaw.

Yeah, how I used to be
How I used to be
I'm just a little lonely
How I used to be
How I used to be
I'm just a little unwell