Hunting in mist

"My favorite color is blue. Any kind of blue will do." Jasmine said in a british accent. "What's your favorite color?" She asked.

"Hmmmmm..... its hard to choose between caribou and rabbits." Jasmine said thinking. "I guess rabbits. Because you always find the best ones." She said smiling at Midnight. "Except for that last one. Remember, the one you got?" She said laughing. "Ok, what's your favorite food?" She asked still laughing.

Jasmine blushed. "Awww. That's so sweet." She said smiling.

"The Wolf Constellation is my favorite but I still love all others." Jasmine said. "I belive that each consellation is connected in a way." She said. She started to blush.

Jasmine smile and layed down. "Ok, next question." She said happily.

"Same here. You just took the words out of my mouth." Jasmine said smiling. She started to laugh.

"Yeah!" Jasmine said still laughing.

"Those are my favorites with an addition of the crackling of fire. It reminds me of my old home." Jasmine said smiling.

Jasmine smiled. "Of course I would." She said happily.

Jasmine followed Midnight up the hill. "The stars look so beautiful. "She said smiling.

Jasmine also lay on her back near Midnight. She wagged her tail and looked. At all the stars.

Just before Jasmine fell asleep with Midnight, she saw a shooting star. "I wish everyday, would be like this. We would always laugh and have fun." She whispered. She then fell asleep.

{Next day}


Midnight awoke as the awful blindness of the sun stung his eyes. He flinched, then squinted. He slowly got up and yawned. It was a hot day, with a bunch of humidity. He groaned, his fur was sticking on end. Midnight shook his head warily. We should retreat to the waterfall. He thought. He smiled at the thought.

Jasmine's fur started to heat up. She moaned and got up. The sun blinded her, so she squinted.