Spice and Wolf (or Wolf and Spice) belongs to Isuna Hasekura. Any spelling or grammatical errors would love to be addressed to improve this writer's writing.
Summer
Horo refused to admit why she was so angry, and Lawrence decided to let it go. If she didn't want to say, he wasn't going to push it. She'll tell him when she is good and ready.
It was dark, the only lights being the white dots in the sky and the dying red yellow embers of the campfire.
During this time of year, it didn't feel like night as Horo closed her eyes. It felt as if the Sun was teasing them and had become invisible, still shinning down on her careful skin. Yes, in the heat where water became more sparse Lawrence could easily figure why anyone would be grumpy. He shoved the blanket that covered him off and rolled on top of it. It was too hot.
Horo heard his grunts and inwardly cursed. She remembered a time when she loved the summers and hated the winters. But that was a time when it was just her, and only her. There was no shared body heat and the only thing she could cuddle up with in the winter was her tail. A time not old enough in her past to make her feel safe.
Yes, things have changed. She has found someone worthy of good conversation and life. Her tail wasn't as necessary anymore.
Right now the heat was blowing off any chance she might of had snuggling with Lawrence.