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 19, 2014 at 09:01:29 PM by Channing.
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Leaves and pine needles covered the frost bitten ground in the bolt hole creating a comfortable blanket against the colder terra that was beginning to lose the covering of ice. From the hole, Channing could see a sparse view of the river, the sun beating down upon the surface and creating a shimmer of light that fanned out over the surrounding area. It was surprising how beautiful the river was, even though Blossom was still grasped tightly in the clutches of winter. Today was one of the few days that held traces of summer and warmed the inhabitants instead of freezing them. Her amber orbs focused on the opening as multiple figures wandered past her den, but it took no time for her to realise that they were simply wolves passing by and not her beloved mate. For once the vixen felt at peace rather than plagued by the tornado of emotions that wracked her form; relaxed in the lair she had discovered. Upon entering the bushes, the maiden had rubbed her sides against the entrance ensuring that Henadin would have no problem in finding her, settling quickly after entering. Her health was unquestionable now, her body filling out and coat regaining its healthy glow. Most of the pack had helped to look after her family with odd wolves bringing back fresh kills to keep the female healthy enough to feed her youths. Kahlan had taken the brute force of everything thrown at her and Channing could only wish that she had also retained her health and beauty. Channing lifted her cranium off her front paws, turning her muzzle towards her bodice. Small twigs had become entwined with her thick timber fur and so the maiden took to grooming herself, her tongue rolling over her coat with ease. Canines nibbled gently at the foreign bodies stuck fast within her cloak and yet she plucked them easily, dropping them onto the floor just by the side of her bodice. She had soon managed to clean her form and once she was certain that she looked adequate enough for her mate, she resumed resting her head on her paws and stared dreamily out of the entrance. Although the sun found gaps in the branches to tickle her form with warmth, Channing suddenly felt cold. In a vague attempt to give herself heat in the spacious, make-shift lair the vixen wrapped her fluffy tail around her bodice and curled up into a tight ball in order to preserve the heat. Gradually her eyelids began to flicker portraying the exhaustion that she had tried so hard to hide. Recent life had drained the feya of energy, though she hated to admit it, emotions were extremely tiring. Her heavy eyes had finally drooped when two, baritone words entered her auds. Fresh from the world of sleep, the vixen lifted her cranium and allowed a sincere smile to grace her kissers. Her features remained groggy, leaving her with the look of a cute and naive youngster and when Henadin continued to speak, the smile grew upon her kissers. As his face met hers, she leaned into the embrace engulfing his comforting scent in one lengthy inhale. His tongue graced her twitching pinna as a feminine purr of happiness escaped her jowls. Above all things that had been missing from their relationship, the feeling of his body against hers was one of the things that she missed the most. The purr continued to thrum as she repeatedly nuzzled into his frame, nibbling gently wherever she should find skin. Between her dives into the thick fur of his neck, Channing proceeded to talk just loudly enough for his own auds to hear. ”I have missed you too, my love.” Her head was forced deeper into the crook of his neck as a series of whimpers vibrated her vocal tract. She had missed him so much, even though he had been so near. Channing had been distant and emotionless, neglecting not only her pups but her mate also. It both grieved and filled her with happiness that no matter what she put him through he still loved her unconditionally. Mixed with the cries, lyrics fluttered from her jaws. ”I...I am...am...so...so...sorry.” 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 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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