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Rannoch tip-toed along the base of Moonspear, following the scent of a wayward porcupine. He followed the winding path precisely, pausing every so often to survey his surroundings as he attempted to keep himself on the right scent trail. 

In the midst of his pursuit, Rannoch realized that the path was beginning to lead him away from the territory that Moonspear claimed as their own. With his nostrils flared, he looked into the distance and attempted to seek out the creature he had been pursuing so long.
There was a particular scent upon the wind that told her that snow was on its way. In spite of the trauma she'd faced as a child during the terrible blizzard that had put her family through so much trouble, Liffey had always so loved the snow. She'd had it in her head ever since she was a little girl that snow was actually made of flakes of stardust. Her far more logical mind told her that this was just wishful fantasy, but she still held tight to the belief that there was something magical about it, and so she eagerly cast her gaze skyward as she headed back to home for the evening.

In her preoccupation with the oncoming weather, she nearly missed the presence of her mate nearby. There was nothing in the world though that could distract her from his familiar scent of evergreen and spruce, and so she turned to peer across the terrain with playfully narrowed eyes the very moment it touched her senses. She ducked into a crouch instinctively, pausing for a few moments to locate him - striding along not too far ahead, oblivious yet to how near he was to her. With a grin, she diverted her path and crept off to his left, intending to circle around him so she could surprise him from behind.
Like Liffey, there was nothing in the world that could distract Rannoch from the perfume was made of Liffey's scent. It was as he stared thoughtfully into the distance when he first caught a whiff of his mate. Instinctively, Rannoch's attention turned to the general direction in which Liffey's scent came from, and he surveyed the area for a moment. When his search yield no results, Rannoch frowned. 

"Liffey?" Rannoch called as he turned his body in the direction in which her smell had come from. With his ears cupped forward, Rannoch's eyes roved the seemingly barren landscape before him in an attempt to find his wife.
Liffey knew she was no master hunter, and so she wasn't entirely surprised to see him freeze and turn to cast his gaze about for her. She stopped in her tracks, silently scolding herself as she attempted to duck down even further. She began to grin in spite of her blunder, her tail wagging as he called out for her. The look on his face was just too cute and she simply wasn't disciplined enough to resist. She went ahead and continued her creeping in spite of the fact that he was looking in her direction now. She blended in well with their surroundings, so there was still a chance that she might be able to get closer without him spotting her, but she was perfectly content to just dart straight at him if he did realize where she was.
Many factors contributed to the success Liffey's camouflaging thus far, and despite having these attributes acting against him, Rannoch searched diligently for his nearby mate. "Come on, Liff," Rannoch called with a playfulness in his tone, "I know you're out there." A smile crept onto his dark lips as he searched;  slowly, Rannoch's investigation of his wife's whereabouts was turning into a game for him-- the only downside in his shift of motivation was that he was doing a terrible job in having success.

Despite his misfortune, Rannoch was feeling feisty. In an attempt to lure Liffey from wherever she was, Rannoch slid his forearms forward until his chest brushed against the ground. "Come and get me!" he called as his tail whipped haphazardly behind him.
Rannoch called out to her again and her lips parted in another grin. He was having quite a hard time with this, though she considered that he might just be having fun with her. Probably not though. Liffey knew her mate well enough to know that he was not that great an actor. Which didn't necessarily mean that he wasn't clever. Her eyes narrowed playfully as he bowed and called out a challenge. It was obvious that he was trying to lure her in, and she would like to say that she wasn't buying it. She totally was though. She simply didn't know how to resist her mate, and Liffey didn't consider that to be a bad thing at all.

She had successfully crept around to his left when he bowed and began to call for her, so she still retained some advantage when she darted forward swiftly to lunged at him. She laughed as she leaped, her intention to tackle him to the ground and shower him with loving nips and kisses.
Still oblivious to his near-by mate, Rannoch surveyed the barren landscape as he held his bowed position. When he was turned in the opposite direction from where Liffey was poised, she struck suddenly and caught him off guard. As she made contact, and Liffey's presence was confirmed, Rannoch's eyes brightened as his attention sought her and he fell willingly. 

Underneath her hold, Rannoch was stricken with nips and kisses galore. He reciprocated the affections. Reaching forward, Rannoch nipped lightly and kissed whatever areas of Liffey that he could make contact with. After some time, as his tongue grew dry, Rannoch pulled his head back and mused, "You're a great hunter when you hunt alone." It'd be worth it if he had to sleep on the couch that night.
Rannoch went down easy enough. Liffey suspected that he actually didn't mind this attack as much as he should have - she was quite fierce and dangerous, after all. He laughed as she "mauled" him, prompting her to giggle as well, especially as he returned her assault with his own arsenal of affection. The wrestling slowed to a stop and Liffey took the opportunity to snuggle up against him as close as was physically possible, her tail wagging furiously all the while.

She took no offense at his comment. She knew perfectly well that she was a lousy hunter when he was her partner. She wasn't necessarily stellar without him, but she was certainly a great deal better than when they were together. "Hunting's a lot easier when you aren't around to distract me," Liffey answered, tucking her muzzle up under his chin even as he tried to move his head away to look at her, "Or when you're the prey and I'm actually supposed to be focused on you."
As Liffey nuzzled into him, Rannoch took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her and pulled her even closer. He loved whenever they held each other close; she was near enough that he felt her heartbeat and something was comforting about the rhythm in which her heart pulse. Pulling his head up, as he enjoyed their nearness, Rannoch reached for her cheek and planted a kiss on it as she replied to his quip. 

Pulling his head back, Rannoch smiled at what she had said. "You can practice with me anytime," he mused as she nestled her chin underneath his. Frankly, he'd welcome it. If it meant holding her this close every time, Rannoch would appreciate multiple hunting sessions a day. "I'd enjoy more surprises like this throughout the day." He smirked and hoped that she'd agree. 

Rannoch hadn't seen Liffey since they had both stirred for the day, and curiously, he wondered, "What have you been up to today?" 
Liffey grinned at her mate's comment as she settled snugly into his embrace. She appreciated the invitation to practice her hunting skills on him more often. Considering how much she craved his company at all hours of the day, she was confident that she'd take him up on that as often as she was able. These moments with the two of them stealing away from their packmates and their responsibilities was becoming more and more rare as they both worked harder to contribute to the pack. Moonspear had done a lot for them both, and they were both committed to returning the favor in full, regardless of how uncertain Liffey felt still towards the cerberus.

"Oh, the usual," she answered, "Stalking my mate, checking the areas outside the borders, staring at the sky." Her tail wagged gently. She peeked skyward again moving only her eyes, but found only sterling and porcelain fur - just the way she liked it. "I think it's going to snow soon," she added, excitement in her tone.
Rannoch couldn't help the laugh that slipped from his lips; Liffey was just so damn cute. "It sounds like you've had a very productive day," he complimented.  Truthfully, Rannoch wished they could exist like they were at that moment forever; intertwined closely and only speaking of the good in life. They both would be faced with the aftermath of a packmate's untimely demise, and it would be hard to focus on the good when negativity surrounded their every thought. 

At the mention of snow, Rannoch's brows perked. "How did you figure that out?" he asked, genuinely curious to know how Liffey had come to that conclusion. Unlike his mate, Rannoch was not very attentive when it came to weather patterns.
"I'm trying," Liffey replied. She'd been working hard since being accepted into the ranks to pull her weight. They owed a lot to the pack for all they'd done for the couple. Not all that she mentioned was necessarily for the good of Moonspear, though. The mate-stalking was definitely only good for her. Staring at the sky probably wasn't all that helpful either.

"The temperature is dropping," she answered, thinking nothing of the fact that Rannoch didn't know, "Also the clouds are low. You can tell if you watch the birds fly - they fly lower when weather is coming."
"I'm sure your efforts are being noticed," Rannoch assured his wife. They had both been working hard to pay off the debt that they owed Moonspear for the hospitality they provided, and Rannoch was confident that leadership had noticed the influx of aid that Liffey had provided recently. 

As Liffey described how she had predicted the incoming weather event, Rannoch's gaze briefly sought the clouds overhead. "That makes sense," he acknowledged brightly, returning his gaze to hers. "What should we do when it snows?" he wondered then after a pause with and an edge of excitement in his voice.
Liffey smirked at his question, promptly answer, "I don't know. We'll probably have to figure out some way to stay warm..." She grinned, her tail wagging. It wasn't likely that they could manage to get any closer just cuddling, but she still wanted to encourage this behavior however she could. It went right over her head how suggestive her comment could have been taken. She sought his eyes only to share a look of affection, unaware of how come hither she might seem at that moment.
Liffey's smirk was reciprocated in full. "I could think of some ways to warm us up," quipped Rannoch in reply. Though the two had never conducted in sexual intercourse, such activities were things that Rannoch had recently become aware of. With affection brimming in his turquoise eyes, he slowly reached up and kissed her cheek.
Rannoch rose to the challenge, responding with a suggestive tone that went over her heard for about 26 seconds before she realized what she had gotten them into. Her smile didn't falter as she looked at him with raised eyebrows and a quickening heartbeat. It was surprisingly forward of him, but she couldn't say that she wasn't enjoying it. Her mate was a very sweet, very kind creature. For him to be even the smallest bit assertive was definitely working for her.

Which, of course, was terrifying.

Liffey said nothing in response - she couldn't think of a thing to say. She had been taught what this was all about by a very uncomfortable Fin, but that had been a long time ago, and Liffey had been way too embarassed to ask any of the thousands of questions she'd had about it. She was kicking her younger self now for not trying to find out more, though she was quick to realize that younger Liffey would never have been curious to find out what to say or do to communicate the fact that you were down to get some.

So, Liffey did the only thing she really could. She smiled shyly and nuzzled the underside of his jaw.
Silence enveloped the young lovers, and Rannoch found himself noticing every movement that Liffey made; he couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind, and if she had any idea of how their flirtatious remarks would progress. Unlike Liffey, he had never been taught the birds and the bees. Through various conversations with those he was closest to, Rannoch had deduced the gist of it; although he was aware of what was going to happen, he wasn't confident in his abilities. 

His worries were temporarily pushed aside as Liffey nestled herself into the downy fur underneath Rannoch's chin, and he smiled warmly. "I love you more than anything, Liffey Frostfur," he said as he reached to kiss her forehead and savored her scent. 

There was an instinctual force within him that urged him to progress, and he obliged. "And I'd like to do with you what mates do— but only if you want to." And despite his fear of rejection, he did not let this feeling arise; he remained collected as he waited for Liffey's response.
Rannoch's words warmed her heart, and she shut her eyes to enjoy the moment. It felt as though he'd brushed away some of her awkward uncertainty with that simple note of affection, though it was back in full in the next few seconds when he parted his lips to speak again.

Liffey felt her heart begin to hammer even harder in her chest (if that was even possible). It was what she wanted too, but suddenly, she hesitated. She turned her head so that she could look into his eyes, but glanced away the second they connected, feeling embarassed and silly. "Have you... have you ever...?" she asked, unable to help herself in spite of how foolish she felt, "Before, I mean?" They had never directly spoken of any romantic interests they'd had before meeting each other, but her mind was full of curiosity now. What if he actually had been with another before her. Would that be better? Would it be worse? Suddenly, she was wishing she hadn't asked at all. But also, still very much eager to know.
Quickly, Rannoch's head shook in reply to her question. "No, I haven't," he replied, his words steady as he looked at his wife. "I've come to understand that this is a really personal thing, and I've never been as close to anybody as I am to you," he explained, feeling a wash of blush settle over the bridge of his nose. 

It was miraculous how quickly his emotions were shifting with the conversation; it was a ride Rannoch had experienced only once. But, this moment was not about reflecting on where they had been— it was a time in their life to take their relationship to the next level. 

Feeling suddenly bashful, Rannoch looked away suddenly as doubts plagued his intentions. "I don't even know if I'll be very good at it," he admitted, his voice giving way a sense of fear that he had not intended to put forward. "But I hope I am because I want you to enjoy this, and I hope you will." Rannoch's eyes slowly found hers again, and he smiled weakly.
faaaade :)

Liffey felt relief was over her at Rannoch's words. Apparently, it was preferable that he be just as inexperienced as she was in this. She was glad to learn that, though she still felt nervous as she took a breath and looked at him. "If you're bad, we can be bad together," she said softly, smiling tenderly at his handsome face. They had been each other's firsts in so many ways and as they began to move around each other and step into the next level of their relationship, Liffey was glad to add this experience to the many moments she'd cherished with him already.

Then they totally banged.