and we can't stop

RE: There is a full moon.
@Lachesis this should be fun! :D

Breeding season; her favorite season of the year. It was a season of tension and remarkable emotions that would often leave her frustrated and anxious, especially since year after year the ebony woman was left without a person to this moment with. Today would be different, she could feel it, in fact she had asked for it a month back when she and Lachesis had shared a evening together and the question had come without realizing, she had wanted to share this event with Lachesis and hoped that he was serious in being her partner. Darkness concealed her while she traveled the land, having sensed the change in the atmosphere around her as Spring began to stake its claim over the land, excitement and worried took over her body as  she lifted her narrow head to release a long and low song to the alabaster second.

She wondered if he forgot her request, it had been a spur of the moment question that could have easily been mistaken as a joke but the feelings that were flowing through her veins were real and at that exact moment she wanted nothing more than to be in the company of Lachesis and to feel the warmth of his embrace. She missed him, more than she could afford to admit but she was well aware of the feelings that he felt for her. They had come a long way together and the woes of their past no longer plagued her mind-- instead she thought of what the future could hold for them and the many years left to come. She knew that this would be special for them both, it would be the first that a male had ever helped to quell the frustration that breeding season gave her and knew that if she were feeling this way, the olive eyed male was suffering as well. It would do them both good to release the amount of stress they were feeling, and without missing a beat, she lifted her head a second time to call to him. She needed him, bad.

Breeding season had never interested the alabaster male. As much as he adored puppies, and enjoyed teaching them and playing their silly games, he had never thought about having his own. Those thoughts had changed, however, after meeting Bastet and an interesting conversation they had shared. He loved her, and he was willing to do anything for her, which was why he agreed to puppies with her. He would do anything that would cause them to become even closer; that was all he wanted, was to strengthen their relationship. He cared for her deeply – more than he cared about himself – and wanted her to be happy, regardless of what it took.

The sound of her call caused the willowy male to immediately stop what he was doing and take off in the direction of her voice. Nineteen was always ecstatic to see the raven-coloured female; he did not feel complete without her by his side. He could not help but feel a little guilty, as since Anastasia’s return to Cut Rock he had been spending a lot of time with the blue-eyed dove. She had been his first friend outside the Reserve, and the wolf he had spent most of his life with (aside from his immediate family). He had been struggling with his feelings for Anastasia since her return, and as much as he wanted things to return to the way they used to be, XIX knew that things had changed since her absence. He had been forced to depend on himself, rather than Ana, which had been a strange concept to grasp. He had grown so accustom to Anastasia making decisions for the two of them that doing things on his own had been a struggle at first. However, with the help of his pack mates, he had finally come into his own and was much more confident than he had been since his return from the mountain. There was still much that he had to learn about himself, and what he wanted, but he was finally happy.

The fiery female had sounded another call, causing his movements to quicken as he closed the distance between them. Could he be ready for parenthood? What of Makism and Kisla – he knew that if they were planning on breeding, and if this season was anything like last, they would not want any other River wolves to mate. Could he go against Maksim? He saw the green-eyed leader as family, and the last thing XIX wanted was to upset him or cause the male to feel betrayed. Giving his head a quick shake, he approached the slender female, her scent enticing him forward as he pressed his tongue to her cheek in greeting, his nose nuzzling into her neck as he closed the distance between them completely. “I missed you,” he breathed into her fur, his thoughts going blank as he allowed his attention to be focused solely on Bastet.

stick with those who stick with you

Her song vibrated against her throat as the song died out against the backdrop of their home where her storm gray colored eyes watched the bloom of a full moon. She was a spiritual wolf and immediately considered this display of the moon a sign for better things to come--but what could be better than now? She wasn't entirely sure whether she was ready for parenthood but she knew that her body craved for the alabaster male, she yearned for his touch and the warmth of his fur against his, but even more, she simply wanted to hear his voice against the delicate drums of her ears. After settling onto her haunches to calm herself, she found that her attention moved in the direction of any movement in hopes that it was him, and when the scent did not match up she felt a sense of agitation bubble at the base of her throat--what could be taking him so long?

She caught the blur of his fur running toward her and immediately her muscles tightened to bring her to all fours, her paws itching to feel dirt between her nails as she attempted to meet him half way and stopped only when she felt his embrace. Her eyes closed immediately, a sigh of relief left her lips while she lost herself in his touch, his smell raged her hormones to the peak as soft nips were brought to his shoulders and the side of his neck.  "What took you so long?" she asked, though her tone was not serious and her eyes seemed to dance with delight as they stared into his eyes. He was so handsome to her, and there was no doubting that on this day he was the only being she wanted at her side, "I missed you as well, I hope I didn't pull you away from something important?" she asked, having known that his duty was an important asset to the pack.

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Relief flooded him as he reached Bastet and he buried his maw in her warm, comforting scent. It was remarkable how far the pair had come since their first encounter – especially since the fiery raven had been unconscious. Since losing Shade (which he had believed was due to his lack of expertise) he had been doubtful about his healing abilities. It was after treating Bastet, and having her pull through, that faith had been restored in his abilities. He knew now that, in circumstances like Shade’s, there was little that could be done, and not even the best healer could do anything. It was one of the hardest parts about being a healer; most times patients survived, but there were the seldom times where they did not.

Now was not the time to be possessed by sullen thoughts; he had a beautiful wolf at his side who loved him just as much as he loved her. A soft smile fell onto his lips as she spoke, her question playful as she observed him. Her accented voice broke the air once more, another question hanging from her lips. “Just playing with my plants,” he admitted sheepishly, his pear-coloured eyes focused on her mix-matched gaze. “You know nothing’s more important than you,” he added with a wink as he nudged her shoulder, the subtle touch sending sparks throughout his body. It was remarkable how strong their bond had become over the time they had known each other; he did not know where he would if she had not knocked some sense into him.

stick with those who stick with you