Prompt #14: Prowl
Warren/Freeze Girl
Word Count: 127
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
She had a switch in her walk, he would see it some days if she beat him to their spot, the angry prance that would dissolve into a lazy louping glide by the time the nicotine washed its way through her system.
He'd see it if she'd did well on a test, or if she'd been particularly mean-spirited in class, or if she was tired.
It was on the days that he didn't see the snapping sway to her frame that he'd sit next to her with his body temperature heightened by more than a few degrees.
Usually the sway faded in the rain and in the snow.
He wondered if it was because it hurt too much to keep up with her joints ready to pop.