Fallen Tree Cove A Little Lesson

OOC! Slack? Ship them? Haha I'm so confused XD

It took a minute for him to answer her question. She didnt mind however for he was laughing and she couldn't help but laugh along with him. His simple one word response warranted a scoff and her eyes widened with mock offense. "For what? I havent done anythin' to you" she replied with mock seriousness. Her grin gave away any sense of seriousness that she 'tried' to create. She noticed his brilliant green eye landing on her scarred flank. She followed his gaze to the three pale scars that adorned it. The wounds had been too deep for her fur to grow back over but she didnt mind. She usually forgot they were there. He quickly looked back at her and she smile at him. She knew he was curious and wanted to ask but she'd wait until he was ready. He would actually be the first wolf she's told about the ordeal everyone else who knew was there when it happened.

She giggled as he dipped down into a play bow once more. The russest man took his paw and ruffled the fur on her head and she let out a 'how could you' snort and just looked at him in mock disbelief. His comment on her laying lazily around all day made her abandon her previous emotions and move one to laugh again. She raised her brows at him before laying her head right back into the snow. "Mmm...ya maybe." She laughed look up at him "Its comfy".

Sorry, sometimes I foret not everyone uses strange vocabulary... heh... slack is the name of the site we use for the chat (you can see it on the main page but its got its own website. That one) and ship as in they think they're cute together.

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Tagg huffed in mock frustration and took a few steps backwards, body wiggling in a way that betrayed his playfulness.  He made to lay down, like he was following her lead, but instead pounced, demonstrating the move he was going to teach her.  He changed his position at the last second so his paws landed on all sides of her, caging the dark woman beneath him, instead of on top of her.   He gently took her scruff in his teeth and lightly shook it, growling teasingly.

This was so easy, this puppy-like behavior.  He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so free.  Alone he remained stoic and watchful, and with others he was even more so.  He was always on the watch for someone to attack him, always acutely aware of the chances that someone he trusted might leave him or betray him.  Things were different with Moon. He still had those doubts nibbling away at the back of his mind, but for some reason the dark woman made it easy to push away his katzenjammer and trust again.

“How am I supposed to teach you anything when you keep trying to fall asleep?” He asked, dropping her scruff but not moving off of her.  

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OOC! Ohhh gotcha haha well yay! That's good!

His huff warranted one of her own and silver eyes watched him as he seemed to follow her example. Just when it looked like he was about to flop over he pounced. Her large dark skull jerked upwards in reflex. The rusty man seemed as if he was gonna land on her but at the last second moved to land over her. Moons chest heaved slightly at the scare and she let out a laugh. Phew. She laid her head back in the snow but her rest didnt last long for he playfully grabbed her scruff and shook. Letting a play growl of her own she reached her head around to grab at him. She was able to grab a hold of his ear and gave a playful tug to pull him off her.

Her frutile attempt did nothing to remove him but yet again she didnt really mind their situation. She trusted him completely and to be honest he was more vulnerable than she with is throat facing her. He dropped her scruff so she gave one more pull for good measure before letting him go as well to listen to his question. She thought about answer for a moment or two before uttering "I sleeps" and start to mock snore. That was all the answer he would get for the moment. While she tried to "sleep" she couldn't help the smile that grew more and more with each passing moment. Tagg would always be able to make the dark woman smile even when he wasn't with her. Her tail thumped against the ground as she did her best to keep herself from giggling.

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His question being met with pretend sleep, Tagg stared at the woman trapped beneath him for a moment, considering his options.  She was clearly suppressing giggles and he could hear her tail sweeping the ground. He finally decided to go with the most ridiculous.  “Well if we’re going to sleep in.” He snorted, collapsing on top of her and letting out fake snores of his own.  He didn’t let himself fall hard, though; he didn’t want to hurt her.  It helped that she was larger than him, though admittedly not by too much.

Tagg obstinately remained limp and heavy, wanting to make it difficult for her to throw him off should she attempt to do so.  He did continue paying attention to her so he could stop should her own playfulness suddenly change.  He didn’t want to push his boundaries and make her uncomfortable.

With a chuckle, Tagg finally rolled off the dark woman and shook out his fur, stretching and yawning.  It was turning out to be a fine day.  He sat back, watching his lady.  He would be content to wait until she was done pretending to be tired.  It was, after all, still time spent with her.  Whether they were playing, hunting, or just lying about catching a few rays, the scarred man could find peace in her presence.

It was turning out to be a very fine day indeed.

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Her ability to keep her laughs suppressed were dwindling. She waited with her eyes closed and silver tipped ear trained on her hero above her. Finally after what seemed like an eternity he answered - although not in a way she thought. "Well if we're gonna sleep in" his words confused the dark woman and just as she went to look at him she felt the weight of his body flop onto hers. A squeal like sound erupted from her as all attempts to not laugh flew out the window. His mock snores were too much for her as her sides began to ache from laughter. She squirmed under him, unsuccessful at getting him to move. She kicked her legs and even went for his ear again but there he remained limp. Right when she was on the verge of giving up Tagg decided to 'wake up'.

Moon took a moment to calm herself down for it was beginning to become difficult to breath. Once her breaths were once again regular she looked up to the russet man with a smile. Lifting her large frame from the white powder she stood and gave her ebony fur a good shake send snow flying everywhere. When she was done she noticed a couple of flakes had landed on Taggs nose. Stepping towards him she licked the flakes away with her salmon tounge. Her cheeks grew hot once more (this was now a common occurrence) and she stepped back. "So bout that pounce" she asked changing the subject with a smile - before the subject she wanted to avoid even became an option. She had no idea what was going on inside her. Why she felt tickling in her stomach all the time or why her cheeks constantly got warm. It was all strange to the woman for she had never known love like this.

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Tagg congratulated himself on a job well done when it took Moon a few moments to regain control of her laughter. Eventually she was able to stand and shake the snow from her fur, flinging some of it onto the scarred male’s nose.  He blinked in surprise when Moon, without hesitation, stepped forward and licked it off, like it was the most normal thing in the world.  When she stepped away something in her eyes flickered, like she’d realized what she’d done.  Tagg opened his mouth to say something, but she spoke first.  “So how bout that pounce?” 

Tagg hesitated, wanting to talk about what was happening between them, but it was clear Moon did not. He allowed her to change the subject – this was something that could wait until they were both ready.  Tagg was unsure of his own side of things, after all.  

“It’s something I’ve seen foxes do, though I modified it.  I don’t much fancy diving head-first into snow.” He explained.  “It takes good aim and patience.” He turned and stalked towards one of the snowdrifts that had piled up beneath a tree, preferring to teach in deeper piles.  When he reached it he paused, bunched his body, and leaped.  His front two paws easily punched through the snow, resulting in getting his front legs lodged in the snow up to his shoulders.  His back feet, which landed after, only sank to his ankles.  He stood there, face down in the snow, and looked up at Moon. “Like that.” He said before trying to pull from the chilly precipitation.

He didn’t move.  

He yanked again, with no more success.  He peeked back at Moon, aware of his ridiculous position. “I…” The veteran swallowed, not wanting to admit it.  This was worse than his spar with Namid! “I think I’m stuck.” He pulled again, but only succeeded in sinking his back legs further into the pile.  He gave up, resting his chin on the snow and staring at Moon with a childish pout on his face. “It’s not funny.” He mumbled, almost more to convince himself as he could feel a laugh at his own situation bubbling up in his throat.

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After changing the subject she saw his mouth open and realized she had cut him off her ears flicked back with a pang of remorse. She hadnt meant to cut him off, or seem like she was avoiding it the rusty man just made her nervous even if she didnt seem like it. She decided they should probably talk about it but instead of cutting him off a second time she allowed him to answer her question. He explained that he's seen foxes do it and that it takes practice and patience. She smiled and nodded at him. Okay like a fox she repeated to herself. Silver orbs watched as he demonstrated how to in a deep snow drift. She watched with admiration as he bunched himself up and pounced landing front feet first. She giggled quietly when she saw how deep he went but quickly suppressed it.

The dark she-wolf got up as he yanked the first time and was unsuccessful. Tagg tugged again trying to free himself and it became apparent that she was stuck. Another giggle left her maw as he looked back at her and realized he was stuck. She trotted towards him with a girlish grin. She went up and gentle grabbed his tail and pulled hoping to free him. That however didnt work and after a few good tugs she went around the snow drift and tree so that she was facing him coming up on his good side. The drift was high enough that she could rest her head on it with out getting stuck. Moon placed her large skull upon the snow putting her nose right next to his. Her mercury eyes looked into his emerald one as her blew a small huff of air at him. "Well that sucks" she finally replied with a chuckle. She stuck her you be out a bit at him before licking his nose once more. This time she didnt try to change the subject she just smiled at her red hero stuck in the snow.

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Tagg winced when Moon tugged on his tail, but he was more disappointed that it did nothing to help him.  He appreciated that she came around on his good side rather than startling him, but if he was expecting anything more, he was wrong.  “Well you’re helpful.” He huffed as she licked his nose again.  Something about the way she did almost seemed expectant to him. Women are so strange. He thought. Why does she keep doing it if she doesn’t want to talk about it?   Tagg had to remind himself that he couldn’t read her thoughts and it might not be something she was even consciously aware of. He was probably just over-thinking it.

As usual.

Sighing, he resumed his struggle by rocking his body back and forth, shifting his back feet to keep them from getting stuck as well.  He finally worked his feet loose and sprung from the drift, rolling as he landed.  He stood and shook out his fur, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. “Obviously… it works better when the snow isn’t deeper than you are tall.” He sniffed. “You go ahead and try… but maybe not in the deep snow.” He stood back to give her space and watch.

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OOC! Girls - so complicated haha

He huffed at her comment and clearly wasn't amused. So she gave him a cheesey smile in hopes to lighten his spirits. Just because this wasn't the best of situations didnt mean you couldn't make the best of it. He began to rock back and fourth to dislodge his russet limbs from their entrapment. Moon moved back around the snow drift and was about to help by digging by him when he was finally able to get lose. He gave one last good rock before tumbling back wards from the drift. A tiny giggle came from the dark woman for she found it cute and funny but didnt want to bruise his ego. She went to his side to help him up, knowing full and well he didnt need it but she simply wanted to be close to him.

Once the red vet was standing he told her that it worked best if you didnt do it in snow that was deeper than you were tall. She nodded at his words to show that she understood. He went on to suggest she try but in shallower snow. Giving him another nod silver eyes looked for another snow bank. She locked on to one a few wolf lenghts away under another tree. She walked over and tried her best to mimic what Tagg had done. She brought her back legs up by her front - a strange feeling for the woman. She then sprung upwards trying to follow an invisible arch in the air. She didnt arch very well but was able to pound down into the snow front limbs first. Since she was focused on her feet she neglected the position of her head and landed face first into the snow. When she pulled her head from the snow it was completely dusted by the white powder. "I see what you mean when you said you don't like going face first" she remarked. She tried shaking the snow off but was unsuccessful in getting it all dislodged.

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Tagg watched with a critical eye as Moon imitated his actions.  He thought she had good form until- She’s going to – yep, she landed on her face. He shook his head, unable to stifle his grin.  He padded over to her.  “Not bad… when you jumped you put a little too much force into your back legs, though.” He cleaned the snow from her head, its chill biting his tongue for only a brief moment before it melted.  “That’s how the foxes do it, but I find we can get the job done with a little more dignity.” He stepped back and grinned.  “It took me so long to figure out how to do it without landing on my face.”

He thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to best describe how to do it. “You want to land on your front feet first; that puts all of your weight on one focused point that stuns your prey. Be careful though, or you could hurt your paws.”  The russet wolf eyed his temporary student. “The hard part is balancing.  You want your pack paws to come down close to your front paws but far enough back that your momentum doesn’t carry you into a summersault.  I did plenty of those while learning, too.  But I didn’t have anyone to teach me; I trained myself.”

He couldn’t help but puff his chest out at these words; he was proud that he’d been able to develop this technique all on his own and pass it on to someone else.  Maybe someday if he was lucky – no, no, best not think like that.  Better not to get his hopes up.

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