The winding pathways of the bay always left more to be explored and Heph allowed herself to test her memory, mapping and remapping them. Moontide was growing, swelling. And though it brought her great joy to see it so and she enjoyed the myriad of faces and new scents around the pack she could no longer say she knew well each wolf who resided within. It was an odd feeling, not unwelcome but not wholly familiar and comfortable yet. So she let herself go along unfamiliar pathways and find solace there for she was never truly lost.
looking for
@Phox if you have time but no pressure <3
*big eyes*
Nothing about Phox's life was particularly exciting, but he really,
really didn't mind. Several children had been born, but he kept his distance from them. They weren't his, as much as he still wanted more of his own someday. Then again
did he want more someday? That question had been kicking around in his head lately, and he'd decided he was more or less on the fence about it. It was nice not to have so many responsibilities in his older age, but what if
Heph whoever he ended up with really wanted them?
Speaking of, he'd picked up her trail leading outside of Moontide. Trailing along it with his signature three-legged gait, he called out for her when he finally spotted the familiar silhouette.
Hey, stranger!
he greeted with a lolling tongue.
She had sought solitude and something better had found her, the now familiar sight of a three legged gait cuaght her eye as she navigated the terrain and a smile found its way to her features of its own accord. Her laughter was a short breathless huff barely heard at the greeting but a mischevious glint had reached her eyes.
Turning she angled her path to meet with his and a faux look of surprise, her smile giving away the game. "Phox? Redhawk? What brings you here?" They were no longer meeting for the first time and yet she was glad that they had met at all. Life was richer with him in it as the days bled into seasons.
Oh, you know, pretty girls and the like,
he said with a grin. But there was more on his mind, now that he stood there looking at her. Phox wasn't sure exactly what got into him right then, but he leaned forward and licked her nose: a lil' first kiss. They'd been paling around for what felt like ages, and although the Redhawk had oodles of baggage to deal with, he was pretty sure he was ready for this next step. His stomach was in knots, and he pulled back with a sort of baffled expression.
Was that... okay?
he asked. Suddenly, he wished he would have asked before he'd done it, but maybe the rejection would have hurt even worse if he'd done that. All he could do in these lingering moments was cross his toes and hope he hadn't made a wrong move.
She laughed, the movement of it caused her to almost miss his own lean forward and there was a moment of silence as she realized what had happened. A blink and a wide grin as she leaned forward, returning the kiss with a small swipe of her own tongue against his cheek. "Very much so." Closer together she shifted so she could brush shoulders with him, not quite leaning nor relinquishing contact. Heph felt like laughing and running and staring, the moment felt full to bursting with possibility.
"So forward, should I ask Rodyn what the bride price would be?" Her lips twitched at the teasing. While she had vague plans that it was a tradition she wanted to follow it was another thing, to think that he might have to travel, she did not need pelts or trinkets from afar to prove his regard. He had stayed in Moontide, had spent time with no expectation so that they might know one another better. If it was a tradition he was amenable to then it would not have anything to do with proof.