Secret Falls Twitterpated or whatever [M]

Despite the weather, Leith knew it had come to be his favorite season: spring. Oh what a beautiful season, the birds were chirping, the snow was thawing and the ladies’ booties became particularly…bodacious. He had a particularly strong sense for this season, sort of like a bloodhound towards their mark. Once he latched onto that sweet sweet heat, he was a goner. He’d schmoozed his way into many a bedfellows company over his nearly 3 years of life, so he considered himself an aficionado at wooing.

Leith had hardly seen head nor tail of any lovely women, instead keeping company in the big sausage fest that were hiS brothers. Sure, he loved them or whatever, but there was something about a woman’s touch that just...was. His lack of feminine contact, mixed with the vulture that was circling over his head as he wound his way through the watery landscape, made him want to tear his fur out. He stopped with a huff, tilting his head back to narrow his emerald gaze at the scavenger. “OI, WHY DONTCHA STOP FLYIN’ LIKE UH NINNY AN’ COME GET ME SOME DINNER FIRST IF YER GONNA BE UP M’ASS,” he called.

It felt weird to be settled down in one place with everyone else, a stable home. It made her a little homesick if she were honest, and the thick heat smells that enraptured every woman in the small little band of misfits had become deafening. She needed some space, and she needed some peace and quiet… she got one, but certainly she did not get the other. The voice was loud, a screech in the otherwise tranquil setting as she winced lightly. Still, she made her way closer, her head tilted to the side as she peered around.

“OI, WHY DONTCHA STOP FLYIN’ LIKE UH NINNY AN’ COME GET ME SOME DINNER FIRST IF YER GONNA BE UP M’ASS.”

Charming. She gave a snort of amusement and a raised eyebrow as she made her presence known. “Yelling at it isn’t going to make it go away.” She couldn’t help but tease lightly as she made her way closer, looking up to see the vulture that was circling him. “My experience, best way to get rid of pests like that is to trick it.” But vultures could be clever as part of their nature, and they were tricky to get rid of. “They hate the water.” She offered perhaps more helpfully.

Just as he opened his mouth to elicit another set of pretty profanities at the overgrown, flying mole rat he was hit with the powerful scent of heat. He felt the telltale goosebumps litter his skin and the fur along his nape and back stand on end and a peculiar heat settled into his stomach. Pausing, he did a mental check over himself to make sure he looked as dashing and handsome as always (if he were a human, he might have slicked back his hair), before turning with a bemused smirk toward his newfound company.

Boy, wasn’t she a sight for sore eyes. A little shorter than him she was swathed in tawny hues overlaid on a plush pelt that he longed to dig his face into. Even though the thick fur he could see she was finely formed with refined muscle and a sureness to herself that he had to admit, he found enticing. The cherry on top was her bright copper gaze, holding amusement for his previous actions and mentally he lifted his chin. That’s right, even when he was in the middle of a showdown with a vulture he was still charming.

“Water, ya say?” he replied, raising a brow and looking between the woman and the scavenger. “Well, guess we’re in luck. Seem t’be plenty o’that ‘round ‘ere and ah think ah know th’ perfect spot. Care t’join me? Can’t leave uh lady for the birds,” he said, gesturing in the direction he intended to go.

She seemed to bring a silence about him, the way his eyes raked over her felt almost predatory but she found herself not worried a bit. Her ears perked up, eyes analyzing his form in turn. She was going to blame it on the hormones. It had to be the hormones leading her down her current train of thought. Still, his voice was suave and she found it alluring, watching as he took her advice. A man who could respect her intellect and experience… never a bad mark in her book. She was definitely going to blame the hormones for her actions when she came to.

“Aye, water.” She answered with a smirk on her features, letting her eyes rake visibly over his form one more time as she hummed, considering the offer before she found herself trailing after him. “How chivalrous.” She teased lightly, following along. “I ought to not leave my knight then lest the buzzards get me.” She was playing a game. It was unusual for her. Once again, she would blame the hormones. Crossing through the terrain, she kept a gaze over her shoulder, watching to see if the vulture dared to follow two wolves travelling together. Really, vultures didn’t give a rat’s ass about water, but two wolves travelling together might just do the trick to rid him of the creature.

She felt that familiar flame under her skin, that itching desire that she yearned to scratch but she forced herself calm before she was to be so presumptuous. She was definitely going to blame the hormones.

Just as he had looked over her, he could sense her looking over him. Oh she could look, alright, he certainly had nothing to hide and all to show off. Leith was perfectly aware he was a good-looking guy as he’d been told plenty of times before, and he never felt the need to play it down. His genes were the best from both of his parents, leaving him strong and lean. Really, what more could he ask for?

She jested back, calling him chivalrous and a knight leading him to chuckle in amusement. Though, it wasn’t necessarily funny to him in the way that she likely thought he’d laughed for. It was because he knew he simply wasn’t either of those things. Leith Stark was a jester, a rebel, an individualist at best and a jackass at worst. He was a surprisingly introspective man and knew of his faults, but instead of being hindered by them he embraced them, though that wasn’t always a good thing. “Ah think th’ ugly bastard ought t’be more scared o’ you ‘n me, ya seem like ya know how t’ handle yerself. But if it’s uh knight yer lookin’ fer, Ah s’pose ah can’t deny ya,” he replied with a good-natured wink and a swish of his tail as he lead them further into the Secret Falls.

Soon, they came across a waterfall. To most looking on, it would seem like it was just a normal waterfall. But, growing up in this area Leith knew differently. He looked over his shoulder with a mischievous glint to his emerald gaze, “Hope ya don’t mind gettin’ wet,” he said before taking a running start at the falling water. He charged through the cascade and, instead of running into a wall of rock, he emerged into a cave.

Rhaegara had never considered the situation in front of her. Her mother had always warned her of the dangers of going off on her own in heat. Her mother had been good at educating her in stuff like that… prone to whims, that was what her mother had said. She had been warned of these tricks… and yet here she was, aimlessly following a wolf who seemed to check every single box of the bad boy aesthetic to see where it led. Would her mother be proud? Perhaps she would consider that later, depending on where this went and what the consequences were.

Luckily, the vulture seemed to dissipate into the background and she felt calmer without the buzzard circling like it would attempt to lift either one of them as it’s kill if they didn’t leave it any scraps. She found herself giggling softly at his words. She would look back later and scold herself for such a floozy-like action, but for now she simply went with what her body was telling her. “Others have said the same.” She teased lightly with a devious but playful look in her eyes. She found herself playfully brushing her fur against his before falling in, trailing almost next to him but slightly behind so he could lead the way.

He seemed to know the area well. She watched him as he boldly dove through the waterfall with a challenge. She never turned down a challenge. It was one of her own faults. She dove through, a shake of her fur as she arrived in the cave and looked around. “You seem to know these lands pretty well, Mister.” Once again there was that playful lilt and a smirk on her maw. “What other secrets are you hiding?”

Even after going through the tumultuous falls and being thoroughly drenched, he could still feel the brush of her fur against his own. The fire in his belly grew stronger and he, once again, found himself pushing away the impulse to bury himself in her plush pelt. For now. He waited to see if she would come through, though some part of him knew she would. The man could see the challenging glint in her eyes, her fiery nature peeking through her copper irises, enticing him in like a devil’s snare. Truly, the power than women had over him was unfathomable, but he was happy to serve.

Finally, her form dove through the curtain of water, splashing him with a shake of her fur and he grinned, offering a playful growl and a nip toward her cheek in repayment for the deed. “Secrets? Me? Naaah,” he replied, moving a bit further back into the cave to get away from the mist that came off of the waterfall. “Ah grew up ‘round these parts, jus’ uh lil’ north o’ere b’fore th’ yotes chased us all out. Y’ever need uh tour guide, I’m your man. I’ll show ya all the lil spots nobody else knows ‘bout ‘cept fer th’ two of us,” he said, turning to face her, his emerald gaze glinting in the low light.

“What ‘bout you, mystery lady? What secrets d’ya got hidden b’hind that pretty smile o’ yers?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

She found herself willing to follow him into the unknown. She would scold herself for that too, but for now she was happy to play the part. The burning desire under her pelt cooed her along into a state of enticement. She raised an eyebrow at him, that smirk still on her features as she felt the uncomfortable heat press against her fur, nose twitching lightly as he denied being a secret keeper. That was a lie, and she knew it. Everyone had secrets, and everybody lied. It had been a fact of life when she was first learning how to negotiate with the tribes around her…

She didn’t care if she was lying. She found herself moving forward, her fur once more grazing up against his as she circled him lightly and considered his offer. “Is that so?” She asked coyly, wanting to see just how confident he was in his tour guide abilities, or his abilities to stick around once this was all done. She found herself with little interest for the latter. She chuckled at the question, lowering her body, her tail wagging from side to side lightly with a playful gleam. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” For all he knew, she could be dangerous. She was dangerous, but lucky for him she wasn’t a black widow.

God, she was being coy and it was driving him insane. Now in a more enclosed space, the scent of her heat was enveloping them like a positively charged blanket, shockwaves traveling through his body to his loins every time she brushes up against him. He could feel his brain muddling, every sense of reason escaping him (not that he’d have let reason win anyways) and giving in to the instinct that drove them all to pleasure. He knew what the possible outcomes of their pairing would be, he just didn’t care. Did that make him a bad guy? Yeah, probably, but there was a great big world out there and it wasn’t super likely he’d see her again anyways. Besides, he was sure she knew the consequences just as much as he did.

“Mmm, ah dare say ah would,” he said, giving her rump a nip as she slid around him like a snake. “Ya wouldn’t keep yer humble knight waiting in suspense, wouldya?”

She had every intention of making him work for it. She knew of the potential consequences of this pairing, but she found herself not caring. She even found herself possibly excited at the prospect… so long as the father stayed out of the picture. She didn’t need his nose sticking around in her business. She sincerely hoped the others didn’t mind if something came of this, because it was something she had not considered, not even in this moment.

She smirked, a soft shiver down her spine of anticipation as he nipped at her rump, moving around him just as he did her, her fur brushing up against his as she crooned lightly, nudging at his neck before nipping playfully at his ear. “Show me what you’re made of.” Was it not a knight’s job to serve his queen? She demanded nothing less of him in this moment.