Sex: MaleThe beast fell, the combined force of Cut Rock River too great for him to over overcome. once more, Orren howled in exhilaration, jumping up and down on the spot while he waited, very impatiently, for his parents' permission to come join the feast; the rebellious boy was at the end of his ropes, every second made it more likely for him to disobey, despite his determination not to do so. The moments dragged as Kisla and Maksim rose victorious over their prey, the sigh making a strange pride bubble within their impish son, his stance mirroring theirs unconsciously. Then finally, the mother turned to call for her children, and barely had the first syllable crossed her lips, before Orren was off, shooting across the distance like a copper lightning. He was surprised to see Karina keep up with him, only slowing slightly when she was a few steps away, to regard the kill with her usual caution. The boisterous lad had no such reservations, he pounced on the deer, tearing into it like he had just watched his pack mates do it, ripping out a piece of warm, juicy meat and relishing the taste as he wolfed it down. Eyes aglow, he looked up at his parents, licking his muzzle thoroughly. Then, with a broad, goofy grin spreading across his face, he announced: "That was amazing!" There were stars in his eyes as he looked, first at his mother, then his father, and then the rest of the pack gathering around them; Naia, Lachesis, Bastet, all reaping the benefits of what they had accomplished together; As a pack! He kept smiling as he continued to eat, filling his belly with the sweet venison. Occasionally he would glance to his sides, seeing his sister enjoying the fresh kill just as much as himself, and grin a little wider; This IS what it means to be a wolf! He thought, echoing his mother's earlier words. Word count: 324 Thoughts ”Speech” |
The pack was abuzz with the sensations of a successful hunt – Maksim was at her side, and soon their children as well. The pecking order of the pack had been set, and as members established it further as their meal continued, the honeyed regal kept careful watch upon them, ensuring it was not taken to a more dangerous level before her children.
But it was not, and as the moments passed, the Baranski woman would smooth her tongue across her lips, cleaning away the blood before pressing her nose to the crook of her mate’s neck lovingly. It was good to see Maksim about once more, and with a glance to her children who feasted hungrily and with unabated joy upon their prize, the she-wolf would take a few paces away, stretching herself upon the snowy ground. Beginning to cleanse herself, she started with her paws, feeling a yawn soon escape her.
For a few stolen moments, the pack would thrive in their success rather than the darkness that potentially lingered at their doorstep. With full bellies and a clear indication of their ability to work together, Kisla felt more confidant now, allowing her troubles to slip away for the time being as she pressed her muzzle now to her forepaws.
As the feast would finish, she would croon to her pups to come join her side – to enjoy the stolen moment of pack leisure and the quiet bonding of their pack mates as grooming would begin – as well as a few naps.
sparking up my heart