The stars were burning bright above, and the forest played in tune

with his riveting growls into a lovely serenade. Eyes drawn to him,

she was engrossed by this new side. Highly protective, with an

unsettled intensity he carried. As if she needed any more reason to

want him. This protector part of him only made her attractions

climb, and want to please him further. Strong, steady like a

mountain she did not budge from place upon the earth. Nothing

would sway against firm stance, and heart was wide open to him.

Waiting...just waiting what more she could do. How else she may

convince him.


He came close, wrappin' round her. She sealed eyes against the rich

moonlight, and took a deep breath. Losing herself in his touch, a

gentle sigh mixed with a tender whimper coaxed from her lips.

There was quick wingbeats, and lids flickered opened to reveal an

owl tracing through the air above. She watched bemused by

Borden's actions of telling the owl what for. It made lovingly smile

upon her mate with an inextricable fondess, for he would make a

wonderful father. A strong guardian and protector to her, and their

offspring. Blinking, patiently she watched him collect himself for a

time. The motion of his tail, stroking quickly threw the air showed

he was at some ease, but his rampant breaths spoke otherwise.

Something inside was still wound up, wound tight ready to spring.


A low whimper hummed in her throat, calling him to her. She was

wondering what he was thinking when his face lingered across

from hers. He seemed struck with so much, but unable to convey

his emotions to words. Trying, and failing."Shh, I

know,"she breathed, giving a gentle touch of her cold

nose to his. His quivering motions had heart running wild, a deep

feeling what she wanted to give. So sweetly was the sounding of

the white flag clear in the single whimper, now it was her turn.


Rising, she nuzzled her cheek against his affecionately one last

time. And her ashen form started quaking with the moment near.

Yet steadily she slid down his side, rubbing against him diligently

giving off a longing moan. Only half done she curved round

sweeping up against the oppisite side. She was his, and he was

hers and she wanted the world to know. If that was not convincing

enough she paused lipping at the base of his ears, till she further

glided past him. But she stopped, head curled round ready to surrender to him.