Mountain of Dire Good intentions

Weo short and crappy end post so now we can archive  The slip was quickly forgotten as the male pushed towards the boulder, his paw already feeling one hundred percent fine, it had only been a minor scrape after all. Reaper's muscles felt an instant relief as he lay down, they had been screaming for rest that he had been unwilling to give them. Strength was slipping away from the loner the longer he stayed without a pack, soon his muscles would begin to shrink because he did not consume enough to keep them at their top size. The Arctic man valued his strength, he had honed his abilities for countless hours in Alaska, sparring with others, practicing for when the situation would arrive when he needed it. The land of Relic seemed to be sapping it from him, but he would not give in, it wasn't in the man's nature, he would fight until his dying breath to gain back what he had given up. Suddenly there was warmth at his side, Anastasia had joined him, their flanks pressed together to share body heat. White fur intermingled with each other, until one wouldn't be able to tell one pelt from the other, from a distance they probably looked like a freakishly giant Arctic instead of two. Fiery eyes turned to look at the female now nestled into his side, fondness and appreciation written clearly upon his face. Reaper slowly brought his muzzle in to nuzzle her own gently, a sign of affection, <b style="color:#FF2501;">"You really are a beautiful woman Anastasia, I'm sure you get told that all the time." For some reason the thought of other males trying to steal away this woman boiled his blood, he didn't realize what was happening, but he had actually began to develop real feelings for her.