Truth be told, thus far, the most beautiful place she had seen was his place. The Creek. It was how he lit up when he was there. How noble he appeared. That wasn't to say that he didn't look noble now, because there was no denying that nobility ran deep in him. But the Creek... Kite could not be more sure of anything than she was that in the future, that place would be his. His ambitions fueled her, and although that went unsaid, it certainly was clear. Whatever it takes applied to anything, everything for him! Kite would move the world if it were possible, for the wolf she felt she had spent decades with. Mirren. Kite swore that somehow she knew him. A dream. Another life. It mattered not, because in all of those things, they belonged to each other. And now in this life, it fell in place. The pieces clicked, one at a time... and their life together was put into motion.
His way with words seduced her mind. It danced at his words, of things looking better than they did now. The way the snow adorned the surroundings made the places he had brought her a wonderland. Kite enjoyed winter for the quietness it brought the world... but she did love the volume of the other seasons. Still... quiet was nice sometimes, given that her mind could be so loud. As the melting snow crunched beneath the weight of the two wolves, Kite tried to envision this place without any snow at all. Her imagination was somewhat limited given her two locations over the span of time she had been alive... but even still, Kite pictured something wonderful. I can't wait,
she whispers unthinkingly, not really knowing she had spoken. Her eagerness took her tongue from her and expressed what she had thought, and often, her mind ran off with her tongue.
The maslin of things she felt with him, for him, around him, was the sweetest concoction of things ever combined. Kite recognized that she had found something. With him, in him, because of him... ah, she did not truly understand it, but what she did know was that there was no other wolf Kite could feel this way with. She had found the wolf her soul had unknowingly sung for. Her soulmate. She was not aware of this, but was acutely aware of something. It burned on her tongue, too, but what could she say of what she did not know how to verbalize? There were no words for this happiness, this... this!
His affectionate nudge earned a gleeful emission of a wolfish whine as she leaned forward to attempt to rub her face into his shoulder. The possessive gesture was thoughtless and thoughtful all at once, the back of her mind singing, mine. Just as she was so willingly his. Kite had never thought of having an equal in anything before. She had always been superior or inferior. Superior to her cousins, and sometimes even her brothers if she was hungry enough come dinner time. But as she walked alongside Mirren, moving to cup her own ear against his own, Kite felt it then. Is this how mom feels about dad...? Kite's thought shocked her.
But as he spoke again, the thought lingered. Once she would have thought the idea repugnant. Mom and dad are gross. It was childish, she realized now, and their reciprocal gestures meant something deeper than her youthful mind had ever thought of. Kite still hadn't the word for it. Only recognized some semblance of familiarity here...
Special. Ugh, he was special. Didn't he know that? Kite was mute due to the heaviness of her thoughts, but light on her feet for them all the same. The notion made her feel high. That she might think of that then, around him...
Ah, AH!
Kite took the plunge. This was nothing like the way she had felt around her brothers, sisters, cousins, mother, or father. His summons was answered as she pressed closer to him, and before she takes in the sight that he had brought her to, she reaches toward him with her muzzle and moves to brush her tongue against his temple. A kiss. She and her family had their share of submissive licks and Oh I'm happy to see you!
licks, but this, to Kite, was somehow entirely different. There was no instinct to do anything beyond that (given that her age repressed any desire of breeding physicality), but her eyes were warm and so was her body temperature. Embarrassment. Anxiety. What if somehow, that was not what he meant by special? Her mind had managed to play tricks on her before, why not now...? Please let me be right just this once, and I don't care if I'm wrong ever again, I mean it!!! She promised whatever powers might be, and that promise was a big one... Kite truly disliked being wrong. But nothing would be worse than being wrong here. Kite felt it in her bones.
Again, she feels it necessary to reiterate something to him. He need not call or beckon her ever. She promises again, as she always would, that Wherever you go, I go.
Unless you tell me to go, she worriedly frets. It cannot be helped. This territory, this path she was on... it was all foreign to her. And her foreleg extends to sweep the ground as she inhales a deep bout of air... please.