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As a younger wolf Naia could see no drawbacks to scouting. She could roam far and wide and still have the comfort, protection, and nourishment of a pack to return to, and she could earn her position and prestige through deeds instead of violence. Now an older and more seasoned wolf, she was beginning to see herself pulled in several directions. Her recent mission had been successful, though it had been gruelingly long and at some points, quite lonely. Her heart longed to be home and surrounded by family, and her body ached to be entwined in the embrace of her lover. If only those two things—her family and her lover—were in one place, it might be easier to bear.. to run a mission and then return home to bask in everything her heart and spirit required. However, that was not so for Naia and Inali. Had there ever been a love as strange as theirs? Both were wholly devoted to their own separate leaders and separate packs, but also fervid to be in the company of one another. They could never hope to parent together and start a family, as most wolves in love would, so what else could they do but go on living as they were?
Naia had not yet reached the cherry tree orchard, their agreed-upon meeting place, but she felt she could contain herself no more. She lifted her howl to the starry sky, a weary traveler kept too long from her lover. It was not a summons to @Inali so much as a tribute to her; a song heavy with passion, longing, and hunger. Her family would likely hear her too, but that was not important to Naia—they had all certainly smelled the Black Thorn Downs scout’s intoxicating scent thick on her pelt. Though no one had yet commented on Naia’s private life—at least not in her hearing-- they must know, they must… and even if they remained stubbornly ignorant Naia was no longer interested in hiding. Black Thorn Downs was their sister pack, and so long as her evening rendezvous didn’t interfere with her work, what reason was there to behave as if her actions were illicit? Naia finished her song and dropped her maw to lap up some of the creek’s sweet water. The disturbance on the water’s glassy surface caused the moon’s reflection to waver, almost as if it were dancing to the tune of Naia’s echoing song.