Hush Meadow Taste the moonlight

Set a few hours after this thread so keeping everything vague <.<
Another AW, I'd like to get a bit spee-ish with these ones because Mt Toddler means nothing is certain.
More muse-ik

I'm wrestling the angels and the devils in my head

As the sun crept closer to the horizon she finally reached the meadow. Usually a short jaunt from the Ridge, Morganna was taking her sweet time for once. Torn between retreating back under the familiar canopy of the still bare Willows to board herself inside the secondary medicinal den until summer finally arrived and her desire for a litter of her own, she spent as much time walking backwards as she did going forwards.

She paused mid step to turn and run her teeth through the dark fur of her flank. Her skin crawled and she knew no matter how she scratched it wouldn't go away. This wasn't a surface itch, it burned at her very core and she cursed the old gods and the new that it plagued her so. She should have gone to @Renier, but would he be as accepting as he had the previous year? Was that really what either of them wanted? Then for a moment her thoughts drifted to @Wraith... But what did it matter? Did she really want to risk inflicting @Nicolò's wrath on either of them?

Surely this was the best option for right now. Wasn't it easier to beg forgiveness than ask permission?

She had never second guessed herself as badly as she had in this one day. The sky was clear, and while the night would be brisk it could hardly compare to the depths of the winter they had just endured. She threw herself bodily into the snow, plowing forwards to coat her throat and chest with snow before rolling over to try and cool her blood. Once she was right way up again she remained on her stomach in the snow, eyes turning skyward while she took a moment to rest.

Would the stars tell her if catastrophe struck her pack while she was gone?

A sweet scent drifted on the crisp evening wind, drawing the black brute away from the willows towards the west. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Wraith recognized Morganna's scent but didnt connect her to the one he followed until he spotted her laying in the snow watching the stars. She made a pretty picture there and though the subordinate knew he had no business thinking it, he couldn't help but smile.

He offered a low woof of greeting and trotted forward, wagging his tail as he began to nibble on her ears and lick her forehead. Wraith rubbed his head against her and then flopped into the snow beside her. He rolled towards her on his back, offering his tongue again to the underside of her chin.

In his birth pack, physical affection was a readily offered routine. However, Morganna's was far from a sibling and had his attention in ways he'd not considered before.

Beneath her, the black wolf fell contentedly still, enjoying the momentary silence. Peaceful was the best way he could describe the moment.

Until her scent tickled his nose again.

"You smell nice," his deep voice rumbled, practically purring against her throat.

A lynx has left behind the remains of a deer. +5 Health

Driftin' into silence I feel a tightnin' in my chest

A dark shadow loomed and for a moment she thought the stranger from the Rise might have been foolish enough to follow her, but before she could declare him a persistent so and so, the familiarity of the approaching males bark chased any anxiety away. He was one of hers, a deep inhale confirmed, and she relaxed.

Much like a cat she pushed her head up into his nibbles and licks, pressure building somewhere in her stomach while her heart began to drum at a steady unfamiliar pace. A sound somewhere between a whine and a growl managed to work its way from her throat, causing her ears to fold back agaisr her head as she took a chance to glance away.

When he threw himself down beside her, Morganna's tail thumped the snow in a friendly way, a half hearted opening of her jaws to close somewhere in the air by @Wraith's face a purely playful gesture. Her laugh at his compliment was short and maybe even slightly bitter. "I stink." she countered, her muzzle wrinkling to convey her displeasure before she turned her eyes back to the stars above. "What brings yer out here t'night?" she questioned back, her tone far more gentle than her previous remark.

Did she really want to know?

Wraith's gentle laugh rumbled like distant thunder from his throat at her initial response. "We'll agree to disagree," he said easily. The large brute remained as pliable as a satisfied, sleepy puppy, though he was far from the mindset as he was neither completely satisfied nor in the least bit sleepy. But laying next to her was a step in the right direction. He had no want to press matters if Morganna had no interest.

At her question, the black male rolled to his belly and leaned against her companionably. "Thought you might want some quiet company." Of course, that was exactly why she would leave the packlands. For company. It sounded silly when he thought about it like that, but Wraith had long since learned to trust his instinct rather than reason. "Are you doing alright?" he asked, concern coloring his tone. Perhaps it was something more than hormones that was bothering her that had driven her from home. Their recent talk had him wondering if she was still considering chasing her uncle from the Willows or breaking from the pack on her own. Whatever her decision, the Northerner knew he would stick with her decision and convince Craw to follow along as well.

Oh i want a love that can get me through another restless night

At least one of them was in good spirits with the change of season. A sly smile crossed Morganna's face when @Wraith answered. Indeed she had been seeking company, "Not sure quite is th' right word..." she hoarsely teased with a smirk. The signals she was broadcasting left little doubt as to her eventual intentions, after all they had previously discussed the business of ensuring the future of the pack. At this point it was just another duty, an expectation. Would it kill her to have a little fun with it?

And then he asked if she was doing all right. She took a moment to consider her options, "Yes." she finally answered, certain that everything would eventually be alright. It might just take a bit of patience, which she was not renowned for, but the dust would settle when all was done. They would survive as best they could regardless. "Its probably jus' a bit safer out 'ere right now, I am related ter more than 'alf the males in the pack." she quietly explained her own reasoning for being so far from home. Besides, there was less chance of being interrupted the greater the distance between herself and the Willows.

The teasing lilt of Morganna's tone drew forth Wraith's more mischievous side in return, though he made no immediate response. It lingered in the back of his mind, laying in wait for an appropriate moment to tease her right back. Out of all of it, the brute was relieved to hear that she was doing alright. He knew she was under a great amount of stress, not even including mating season. The male couldn't even fathom what stress that brought on. Not only was she responsible for leading the pack, but carrying its future as well. And choosing a partner...

While the wolf had intended to tease her for his own self-interest as well as maintain their close relationship, Wraith hadn't put much thought past all of that. He hadn't considered the possibility that he was truly a candidate for her affection, for fathering pups. Though not related by any means, his placement in the pack was rather low in the hierarchy as he'd not had much drive to fight his way up and assert his dominance. As much as he would love the opportunity to be a father, the black male didn't put much effort into pushing for her decision to sway his direction. If Morganna wanted him, no doubt she'd make it apparent. And if she didn't, he didn't want to be the one to fracture their relationship by being pushy.

"I can't imagine any of them bullying you into doing anything you don't want to," he complimented. However, in the back of his mind, Wraith was highly sensitive to the fact that at least one of her family members likely could bully her. Of least concern though was her uncle. What Wraith had seen of Morganna's wrath was far too much for @Nicolò to handle in his opinion.

i don't even know where i'm going

While she was at ease with @Wraith's proximity, her hormones were making it hard for her to really appreciate his words when every tiny brush and bump send burning ripples from their point of contact. Rank was of little concern to Morganna, you were either the leader, or you were not, what mattered more was trust - and she did trust him. An uncharacteristic wave of shyness had overtaken her as decision was made (if he didn't just run away laughing that was). She tried to formulate a response to his remark but found her throat suddenly dry, her heartbeat thundering louder in her ears as each second passed.

To cover her unease she looked away, a coy smile playing on her lips before she turned back to her companion, reaching out to groom the fur along his temple and the top of his head. If they wandered just a little further...

She stood then, her tail taking up a steady wag as her smile hinted at darker intentions. "Got anywhere yer need ter be?" the question barely leaving her lips before she stepped over her companion, dancing several steps away before waiting to receive his answer. The invitation was a clear one, consequences be damned.

While she lay beside him and turned away, Morganna's scent grew stronger and all the more enticing to the northerner. Unconsciously, Wraith licked at his lips, muscles tightening in anticipation though she'd voiced no want for him to follow through with the primal instinct that urged him to claim her for his own tonight. The black male suffered in silence, not wanting to drive his Alpha and trusted friend to discomfort. Though her mouth may have been dry, Wraith's own pooled with saliva that he subtly swallowed down.

As she stood, her scent blasted in his face, drawing a soft whine from the male. Did she know the effect she had on him? Her wagging tail only fanned that aching desire. Rather than turn away, he began to pant, breathing in her heat more readily. He wasn't sure why he was so willing to torture himself, but a part of his mind went blissfully blank with her question. His loins translated what she said with ease; yes.

Wraith's own tail wagged with excitement as she stepped over him before dancing away in invitation. "Wherever you are," he answered, his voice far more gravelly than usual. Slowly, the wolf stood and prowled after her in a way that showed off the muscles along his shoulders and hindquarters best. A thrill shot through him the farther she danced away. After all, he could use a good hunt. And chasing after Morganna was far from a chore.

oh I want a love that can get me through another restless night

@Wraith's soft whine had registered enough to convince Morganna that he might not turn her down. As she waited for an answer she could feel a lump building in the back of her throat, not enough to suppress her own needy whine in response. There were no water sources in which to take a cool dip and if he did say no she just might lose her mind with the raging hormones that were coursing through her veins.

So wrapped up in her own anxiety, she almost missed his answer. Wherever you are. The burning intensified, and she almost stopped where she stood, but that would be too easy. To cover the sudden weakness in her legs, she folded down in a playful bow, tail waving high over her back. A growl was sent out in challenge as she teased "Then do try ter keep up."

Knowing she had speed on her side, Morganna charged towards @Wraith, hoping to poke him in the ribs or flank as she tore past like a half heard laugh on the breeze. She would slow with some distance between them, allowing him to catch up when the time was right, but first she would make him work for it.

(This post was last modified: Mar 04, 2016, 11:10 PM by Morganna.)