A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.
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Posted on January 10, 2014 at 07:15:44 PM by Channing.
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Her pups were growing fast, becoming more mature with every passing day and though they still had much to learn, soon they would be independent and life would take them from her. Their pup-hood had not been the best and the timber vixen was mostly to blame. She had put her whole family in danger and then when her offspring had finally arrived, the feya had loathed them... Detested them, and it made her feel sick to think that a mother could hate her own flesh and blood. Small flickers of those emotions still lingered and yet she found that she was beginning to love her pups as she had loved Terrel. She was developing the motherly bonds that had not properly formed and devotion for her family was glimmering in her now healthy amber stargazers. Macaria was growing beautifully and was already confident enough to venture further into the Saw Tooth territory, though Channing feared that one day she would be tempted by the world that rested beyond the boundaries and her adventurous nature would get her into trouble. Altair on the other paw was more quiet and reserved. He rarely left the den or the watchful gaze of the adults in his family unit and though the multi-hued maiden was grateful for his less troublesome demeanour she feared that his lack of socialisation would stunt his future and fear would overwhelm her precious boy. Then there was Roheryn; the pup that she would never be able to bond with. He would never grow in the care of his mother and though Abendrot had promised that the pair could see their pup, it would never be the same. Determined to make things right, Channing had formed a plan within her own mind. Repair the bonds she had broken. And Henadin was first on her list. During her whirlwind of emotions Henadin had remained strong, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, even though it caused him just as much pain. He had taken her duties upon himself and had become not only a father to the pups, but a mother and friend also. Along with Kahlan, he had fed the pups, cleaned the pups, taught them, kept them warm during the colder nights and comforted them when they were upset. He had hidden his emotions to protect the lass’ feelings and had pretended that he was okay just to save Channing from her own depression, even when his own heart was breaking. Kahlan herself had diminished in health from putting her niece and nephew first and Channing had planned to thank Kahlan for all her hard work. Kahlan had cared for Macaria and Altair like they were her own offspring and hadn’t grown bitter at Channing for dismissing her duties. The timber ess had failed to tell the siblings how much she appreciated them and had struggled to tell the grey brute that she loved him; it was time to change all that. Not wanting to stray too far from her pups, now that the relationship between them was growing stronger, Channing meandered toward Romance River hoping that it would be a quieter place at this time of year. The atmosphere would also help relax the mood and cuddling here wouldn’t be anything strange. The journey from Saw Tooth to the river was not one of the longest and with her health being restored, the femme found no difficulty in dodging any obstacles. Her dainty paws coursed towards the bank of the river searching for an ideal spot to rest and wait for her mate. As she had hoped, fewer wolves resided by the river and the pair could have the privacy they desired. The trickle of the flowing river captured the feya’s attention briefly, dragging her towards its clear waters. Paws of mixed colour rested partly in the aqua as it washed back and forth up the rocky sides, soothing her aching pads. Slowly the lass lowered her muzzle to the water releasing her tongue, curling it up and pulling the liquid into her mouth. Once her thirst was quenched, Channing lifted her head, water running down her chest and matting her fur. It was then, as she turned, that the ess noticed a covering of leaves in the form of a make shift den. Spots of light trickled through the foliage making the den light and yet comforting. Perfect. Sitting half in and half out of the hole, the vixen lifted her muzzle towards the sky. After inhaling deeply Channing let loose a calling howl, a longing song that whispered Henadin’s name. Hopefully he wouldn’t be long and the pair could have chance to rest and talk together. All she wanted, more than the world, was to be with her mate. She wished for her nares to be intoxicated with his scent, she begged for his touch to brace her skin. She wanted to love the male she had fallen for... She wanted Henadin. Channing | Adult Female | SawTooth- Zeta| Heart belongs to Henadin | Mother of Terrel, Macaria, |
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- Can You Hear the Silence - By Henadin January 12, 2014 at 08:52:36 PM
How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? - By Channing. January 19, 2014 at 09:01:29 PM
Can You Hear the Silence - By Henadin January 26, 2014 at 10:31:13 PM
How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? - By Channing. January 29, 2014 at 07:19:26 PM
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