Heartleaf Creek leopard leotards

@Clover it's baby time

Singing about broken hearts

It had been a couple of days, and boy had it been a couple of days. Everything had been such a hurry up and wait up until this point, and ever since he had called their meeting that had changed. As soon as their songs had ceased they had all set to work, marking borders, debating on where to make the best den once the ground thawed, patrols. It had been crazy enough that Viorel had almost been able to ignore the way that the warmer weather had changed the women around him. Almost.

Honestly, it was enough to drive a young male wolf like him crazy. He had been doing his best to avoid Clover unless she sought him out, their agreement fresh on his mind whenever they spoke, or whenever he caught her scent on the wind. But, he couldn’t take it anymore. The salt and pepper man had been pacing along the shore of the backwater which had already begun to melt and flood. His paws wore a track in the snow as his teeth grit in frustration, he wanted to give her space, he really did. But he just needed to see her.

He had to find her.

Viorel abandoned his pacing for a more pointed mission, he needed to talk to Clover.

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The last few days had been quite hectic, and she had kept herself busy, not just from the fact that there was so much to be done, but she had wanted to keep herself separate from the others in the group. Even now, making her way through the trees, she could smell the strange scent that seemed to emanate from her in waves. If it bothered her this much, then she could only assume it was worse for the others, particularly the boys.

Oh yes, she knew exactly what was happening, but she had not expected it to start so soon. The scent she could deal with, but the… itching and warm flushes were almost too much to bear, and even with doing tasks left and right she could never truly get her mind off it. Or Viorel. Every now and then her mind returned to what they had spoken about, and what she had offered up. She felt her cheeks warm up, the feeling spreading down her neck, as she thought about it, and was unsure if it was from embarrassment or something else.

Giving a shake of her head to clear her thoughts, Clover set out to track down the spot that had looked like a good place to dig out a medicinal den, hoping the task would be enough to keep her mind busy for the time being.

Singing about broken hearts

It didn’t take long to find her, Viorel had been acutely aware of where Clover was at almost all times for a couple of weeks. Instinct screamed for him to basically follow her around and it had been torture to ignore that, but he had been. Now, now there was no more ignoring this. Within a few minutes of getting it through his head that he couldn’t wait any longer until her cream pelt was within his eyesight. A low growly whine built up low in his throat at the sight of her, he had always thought she was pretty but now she seemed beautiful.

Taking a deep breath and a couple of steps forward, he released the air slowly and steadily. He said nothing for a moment, just looked at her as she examined the area around her. He assumed she was busy thinking about the medicinal den, it had been a hot topic for her before they had become an official pack. Finally, in a strange strained voice that even Viorel didn’t recognize himself he said, ”Clover.” The man couldn’t bring himself to say anything else or move forward until she looked at him. He wanted some kind of signal as to what she was thinking, what she was feeling.

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Clover whipped her head around at the voice behind her, a soft gasp leaving her maw at being caught unaware. The tension in her body relaxed somewhat when her gaze landed on Viorel, and a feeling of warmth blossomed throughout her body as she stared silently at him, breath caught momentarily in her throat. She had no way to verbally describe what she was feeling, but now that she was face-to-face with him, that was the last thing on her mind.

"Viorel," she said in a low voice, almost crooning at him, and took a couple steps toward him, something inside her wanting to be closer to him. Close enough to touch. Her muzzle brushed gently along his cheek fur, and she breathed in his musky scent with half-lidded eyes before slowly pulling back. "Is there something you needed?" Surely he had many other things to attend to at that moment rather than talking to her, but she was very happy that he was, even if being so close to him made the itching feeling under her skin more unbearable.

Singing about broken hearts

Her expression was unreadable other than surprise. Yellow eyes stared at her, unblinking for a moment, trying to guess what it was that she was thinking behind her amber eyes. Her body relaxed, but there was some kind of tension there present on her face. He wished she would say something, break the silence that stretched out after he said her name.

Almost like she could read his mind, Clover responded, but like him only said his name. Viorel practically groaned. Holding his body tense as she stepped towards him, he didn’t relax until a shudder ran down his spine when her muzzle brushed against his cheek. Exhaling sharply he turned his head suddenly, burying his nose into the scruff of her neck and breathing in the smell of her.

With eyes clenched shut, and face still pressed against her he breathed, ”Clover, I don’t think I can wait any longer.” If she said no he would respect her and step away, but it would be one the hardest things he’d ever done in his short life.

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There is a small pile of bones gathered on the ground, there might be some marrow left in them. +2 Health

Clover relished the feeling of his fur against hers, feeling a blossom of warmth wherever they touched. His scent was intoxicating, and she felt more drawn to him now than ever before. It was as if being near him made it easier to breathe, and the thought of leaving him was simply just... unbearable. She made a soft hum of agreement at his words, feeling the pull of something inside her that said now now now!

After spending so much time thinking about what would happen after this moment her mind was oddly quiet as she focused her attention solely on Viorel. She lowered her head, brushing the underside of his chin with her face and neck before pulling away with a bounce to her step. Every fiber of her being wanted him to follow her, and she would lead him to a more private area of the creek where no one else would intrude. After that... well, that was for her to figure out later.

FADE