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 12, 2014 at 08:52:36 PM by Henadin
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ He hated to admit it… but life had become easier after they had accompanied Roheryn to Abendrot. Not that he had enjoyed that action, not by any measure, but his mate seemed to have gone through a change. It had started when they had left Roheryn – she had told him that she loved him and affectionately touched him. For most parents, this would have seemed normal. But for Channing? It was abnormal. It was the only affectionate thing she had done since she had cleaned off the pups at birth. The only sign of affection. For the rest of their lives, she had been cold to them. It was obvious to everyone that she hated them, only no one would comment on it. Even their pups themselves knew that she was off, though because they did not know that mothers were supposed to be affectionate, they thought it was normal. Simply, they thought that it was normal for mothers to be cold and distant. But what Henadin knew that no other could fathom was that it was only hate on the surface. It was hate of herself because of fear and love for her pups. Up until Henadin had chosen the pup that would go to Abendrot, Channing’s fear would be getting too attached to any pup that she would then have to abandon, and her hate was that she had collapsed on the boundary of Abendrot, causing the need for the alliance with Abendrot and Kershov in the first place. Once they had left Abendrot? The fear was that her remaining pups would not forgive her for her absence in their lives. And her hate? It was that she had left her mate to make all of the hard choices and carry the weight of their family by himself. What Channing could not understand or see in her current state of mind was that Henadin could never fault her for it. Channing was not only his mate, but the love of his life. She was his life. He would do anything for her and had already done most everything for her. He had become more social. He had taken on the full raising of their pups. He had threatened the Alpha of Abendrot. He had disposed of the form of their stillborn daughter. And worst of all? He had held in that last secret in order to keep her from being even more pained. But in the weeks that they had been home from their morose trip, Channing had changed. She had started become more interested in her pups and wanted to spend time with them. It was sad and unfortunate that the pups were a bit resistant to the idea, unsure of the change. Especially Macaria. It seemed to help that Terrel had returned, and had recently talked to his eboness about how kind Channing could truly be. Since then, Macaria had been more open about spending time with Channing. Now all that had to occur was that they actually spent time together. Henadin had just left his daughter, having had a talk with her about giving her mother another chance when he heard the call. It was a croon, a plea, a longing call. It was Channing. He bolted from his position, making his way toward where the general origin of the call came from. It led toward Romance River. Smiling ever so slightly, he picked up the pace, for he could not wait to reach her. He missed her. He loved her. He needed her. Recklessly, he ran across the terra, picking his feet up high enough just so that he would cross the terra without tripping. Without wasting energy. Without wasting time. Nares flaring, he picked up on her scent easily. It was one that would never leave his mind for it was the most important scent in the world to him. Tracking it, he crossed the river and followed the scent to the a shrubbery. Poking his nose through it, suddenly the scent increased tenfold. “Found you.” His gruff voice escaped from his kissers and he pressed the rest of the way through until he could see her form by the streaked light of the sun passing through the branches. “You look beautiful.” Nuzzling against her, he rubbed his face alongside hers and allowed his tongue to escape to caress a single aud. “I have missed you, my lady fair.” ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
Replies:
- 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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