The scent of winter hangs heavy in the mountains, layers of snow collecting upon the ground as the crisp air seems to chill her lungs. Plush coat lay strewn before the dens entrance, the warmth at her side has her nuzzling deeper in the darker form of her shadow stalker. A lazy yawn taking her jaws as her head shifts deeper into the black fur, his scent comforting her unlike anything she had ever know. A rasped chuckle breaks along with low words. "You are by far the best pillow, mate..." Her words seem slurred as she attempts to wake from her nap, vibrant orange eyes blinking against the flecks of snow that rain from the sky, searching automatically for the halved ones of blue and green, a flutter in her stomach giving way as they meet and she cannot stop the blissful sigh nor smile on her lips. Even now, it feels as if muscles make her melt against him. Body nor mind can deny the pull that exists between them while her heart seems to still stutter in his presence. The absence of her rage in his company leaves her at peace and almost compliant. A power he seemed to only wield, one she allowed freely.

A distant snort catches her attention as she swings orange eyes and slight dash of aggression builds in her gaze before they settle upon her son, softening at his look of unease at seeing his parents affection. A rasped chuckle escapes parted lips as she raises her head from the shelter of his warm chest before sneaking a glance at Reich, a small whisper on her breath. "It seems our son does not agree.." She playfully announces. It is then she looks beyond their son, orange eyes seeking their daughters and nothing but snow seems to welcome her fiery gaze. For a moment the desire to find them seems to burn within, she did not like not knowing where they were especially with so many boys wandering the peaks nowadays. She was not dumb; Semele, Lailah, and Liah were tempting in their beauty and she did not want them to unknowingly charm one. The thought has a rasped growl breaking her lips and the scruff plush hair standing on end. An almost harsh command escaping her lips before she can stop it. "Everett, go collect your sisters." Instincts are raging, battling against the peace she feels with Reich to her motherly demands. It is not that she wishes to deny her children the love of another, just wants to deny it til they are at least ten, wait maybe twelve. Yes twelve sounds nice, hell no it didn't. These were her babies, the denial of their aging on the forefront of her mind. Perhaps she could wrap them in the furs that lay within the den in hopes they stayed with her forever.

The fleeting thought of attempting this has a satisfied smile on her lips, but it soon falls at the movement before her. Watching as her son stands to do as he is told and for a moment guilt has her rasped words attempting to ease her harsh demand. "Please.." The answering grunt soothes her conscience, knowing he understood her aggression, for it seemed he was the only that possessed it. Watching as he disappears within the thick of white before turning back to Reich almost hesitantly, knowing he would not have missed her spike in rage. It seemed since last spring her motherly aggression's were becoming frequent, knowing well that Semele was of age along with their youngest daughters to perhaps find a boy. Reich had been nothing but patient and soothing, sometimes even distracting (which was by far her most favorite) when those moods seemed to settle in.

"Why must we live around so many boys?" Her question is both playful and serious as orange meets green and blue. A strained sigh escaping her lips as she leans heavily into him, seeking his strength and calmness. It is then a thought occurs in her head that has her tensing at his side. "Ughhh, and girls.. perhaps I am doomed." The thought of her quiet son finding a girl is just as dangerous as her daughters finding a boy. "Perhaps we need a fence? A barrier? A wall of rock?..." As she looks up from his side, an almost hopeful look in her eyes yet she knows he is the more open one and her wonderful idea will be rejected softly and with perhaps with a kiss a two. It still did not hurt to try. As she watches his face with such focus, waiting for his silent voice to settle her down. All the while breathing him in, attempting to soothe her nerves.

everlyse

OF SPIRANE - MOTHER OF SEVEN -    FOREVER REICH'S