Wolf RPG

She felt lighter than air; untouched by gravity, almost buoyant as she trailed along the slope that led from her den. Lately Reverie was consumed with thoughts of the children she would soon bring into the world. Already she had begun to think of them as her daughters. Reverie could hardly see herself having a son.

When she reached the base of the cliffs, she looped around at a trot, heading for the waterfall now. It would be one of the first places she would take her daughters when they were old enough, she'd decided. The willows were filled with beauty, and all of it would be their birthright. She'd never had anything to call her own, any legacy to pass down to her children and their children — but now she did.

Reverie settled at the edge of the pool beneath the waterfall, sighing when she felt the spray of icy water. The waterfall was too large to ever freeze over, but it was still terribly cold! At least for now. She rested her head on her paws, already daydreaming of spring.

Abel’s life had turned to routine. And in its mundaneness came an occasional spark.

Several days began with a surge of energy, distant from him most days but not unknown. And in the hours he would put it to use with long strolls. He’d slowly familiarize himself with landmarks shown by the wood’s keepers. But the coming days slowed, and Abel found the willows losing their initial charm.

No matter, he thought. He’d come to realize joy was a flighty thing, and he’d no longer mourn its departure. Rather he’d find comfort in the stability that remained in Hearthwood, however long that may last.

Abel wandered through the territory again that day, without the observant glint in his eye. His mind came to him suddenly when he happened across the woman kind enough to provide him this respite.

Not wanting to startle her, Abel woofed softly to announce his presence.

She heard Abel's approach long before he announced his presence. It was difficult not to, attuned as she was to her surroundings; she'd become hyper-vigilant in the late stages of her pregnancy. Reverie rolled onto her back as he woofed, turning her head to watch him come closer.

Do you ever wonder what it would be like to fly? She stretched her limbs out toward the sky as she spoke, looking up at the clouds now. Well, it would probably be terribly cold right now. But in spring, or summer - I wonder what that's like. To fly and be free; to leave the world behind even just for a little while. Reverie didn't think she would leave it forever, even if she could — but a break would be nice.

Reverie greeted him with a hypothetical, with paws outstretched towards a gloomy overcast. It led his gaze upwards.

Can't say I have. But um.. Abel fell into quiet thought for a moment. What would it be like fly? 

That seems so — scary? He assured the answer to himself with small nods. Yeah. Like, what if you fall somehow? I dunno if I would risk that.

Birds never fall, Reverie pointed out, head turning to look at him again. And it is a little scary, but I think all the best things are.

She rolled onto her side, facing Abel now. I don't think we'll be flying any time soon, anyway, She reassured him, a little wistful herself. We'd need lots of wings for that. Or... maybe two really big wings? Do you think they'd be made of skin? Skin wings sounded gross, but possibly worth the benefits.

True.., Abel muttered to himself. The following thought of most times they don't does not come until after he'd agreed with her statement. What of the baby birds that never make it far past their nest? He frowned.

God, I hope not, then with a shudder he added, especially if we'd need a lot. The image of wolf sporting a dozen hairless, pink wings would plague his thoughts for weeks to come.

If I had to choose, I'd choose two wings. With fur.

Abel fell quiet again for a moment. Talking this much wasn't something he was used to, and a topic like this was far from his ordinary. An initial thought believed the conversation to be unnessary, but weirdly entertaining nontheless. And he did not wish for the silence to roll on any longer.

So, um, what would you choose? If you could. Two big wings, or a whole bunch of fleshy ones? The corner of his mouth turned to smirk.

Reverie laughed softly. Wings with fur! She hadn't thought of that; she'd been thinking of bats and their smooth wings. Was there even such a creature in existence, something with wings and fur?

At Abel's question, however, she turned thoughtful. Hmm... well, I'd think it would be hard to sleep with a pair of huge wings. But a bunch of little ones might be difficult, too... imagine if one was ripped off! Reverie shuddered a little at the mental image. I guess I'd pick two big wings, too. Maybe I'd sleep in a tree.

I think I'd take them without fur, though, She added with a grin. Fewer bugs to pick out of my hair.

The thought gave him yet another reason to keep to his initial choice. Imagine the hassle of keeping all those wings attached. Abel could barely keep himself in one piece, he didn't need the extra limbs to worry about.

He was happy they could find some common ground in this hypothetical, though she'd stick with the hairless option, and for surprisingly good reason. Huh, I hadn't thought of it that way. Maybe he'd have to go the bat wing route too.

Wonder if a wolf could even fit in a tree. He looked around at the treetops surrounding them. I guess you can make it work if it was strong enough.

I'm sure there are trees big enough to fit a wolf... some of them are just massive, Reverie laughed softly. Actually, there's a pretty big one by the meeting ledge - I could show you!

She was on her feet before Abel could even answer. It would be good to stretch her limbs, tour the territory again before it was time to retire to her den. The next time she saw it in full, she was sure, it would be spring. And she knew it would be beautiful.

For now she led her friend through the territory, chatting merrily as they went.