it is a frigid morning when the frostfire of the season comes upon her.
she is disgruntled by it at once. instinct tells her to take herself far away. yet she thinks of @Ridgeback first above that want to go into solitude.
her paths makes way for the brightsilver lake. there she had taken to cold waters with him the first time, she had shown him a hidden place. it would be there she returned to now in this hour and hoped that it was him who followed.
any others would be met with clicks of sharp teeth.
she is disgruntled by it at once. instinct tells her to take herself far away. yet she thinks of @Ridgeback first above that want to go into solitude.
her paths makes way for the brightsilver lake. there she had taken to cold waters with him the first time, she had shown him a hidden place. it would be there she returned to now in this hour and hoped that it was him who followed.
any others would be met with clicks of sharp teeth.
January 28, 2025, 02:15 PM
He followed his urge to hunt the slopes, straying from their chosen quarry of caribou, and began tracking a herd of Rocky Mountain sheep instead. They moved up into higher grounds with the arrival of the wolves but he knew it would only be a matter of time before they descended to lower grounds again so that they could graze.
His wife might be interested in a hunt, he thought- he would show her the ways he and his cousins had hunted sheep when he’d been a child- only to realize that her scent, when he found it, had changed.
He was a man who paid attention to small details- and knew immediately that the change in her hormones, while faint, indicated that she had found her season. He felt relieved, excited, and yet a bit anxious too- if she decided she would not take the risk…He would have to squash his own instincts, while standing guard to make sure no others touched her if her own instincts became too difficult to manage.
Of course she had gone to the water, drawn to it like an otter. Ridgeback, on the other hand, yipped when he caught sight of her- and raced for the silvery waters, sending smoothe pebbles flying as he reached the bank and at the last minute, he leapt- his speed carrying him out past the shallows until his paws skimmed the icy surface and he realized far too late just how frigid the water would be, as his weight sank below the surface.
He inhaled sharply and began to paddle, sucking in panicked breaths for a moment from the shock. He flailed, returning to the shallows until his feet caught hold of the ground. His lower jaw trembled as he fought through a few shaky, nonsensical words.
His wife might be interested in a hunt, he thought- he would show her the ways he and his cousins had hunted sheep when he’d been a child- only to realize that her scent, when he found it, had changed.
He was a man who paid attention to small details- and knew immediately that the change in her hormones, while faint, indicated that she had found her season. He felt relieved, excited, and yet a bit anxious too- if she decided she would not take the risk…He would have to squash his own instincts, while standing guard to make sure no others touched her if her own instincts became too difficult to manage.
Of course she had gone to the water, drawn to it like an otter. Ridgeback, on the other hand, yipped when he caught sight of her- and raced for the silvery waters, sending smoothe pebbles flying as he reached the bank and at the last minute, he leapt- his speed carrying him out past the shallows until his paws skimmed the icy surface and he realized far too late just how frigid the water would be, as his weight sank below the surface.
He inhaled sharply and began to paddle, sucking in panicked breaths for a moment from the shock. He flailed, returning to the shallows until his feet caught hold of the ground. His lower jaw trembled as he fought through a few shaky, nonsensical words.
hhhhhhhhuhuhuhuhuhh!He intoned first,
J-j-jjjjjEebbbbb-b-bus s-s-s-f-f-f-f-eckin c-c-c-cold, hugggggaaahhh!!He shuddered violent and exhaled one more breath with a huff, as he was finally able to thaw out the one brain cell in his possession.
February 11, 2025, 09:03 PM
she heard him. his frigid declarations and his smacking water. her ridgeback was made for the land, the mountains and taiga. she did not fault him for it.
she meant to go back to him now, to taste the ice water off his dark coat.
she had no words for him now. too infatuated with him, with the moment. it would be him again and again. every year, every cycle of caribou walking they might come back here and choose another.
she meant to go back to him now, to taste the ice water off his dark coat.
she had no words for him now. too infatuated with him, with the moment. it would be him again and again. every year, every cycle of caribou walking they might come back here and choose another.
i love you,she declared now aware that it was not the most charming moment to do such — even if he still chattered and stammered.
my husband. my ridgeback.
February 14, 2025, 05:16 PM
The ice water might have chilled him to the bone in an instant, but the warmth of his wife’s words dulled the nip of the frostbite, and set ablaze the mountain of affection he had for her. The corners of his lips pulled down, from his crooked grin and into a fawning pout for a moment, revelling in how charitable she was with her loving words.
Playful antics aside, he turned so he could kiss her cheek.
Awwww, baaaaabe,He crooned sweetly, the rise and fall of his voice somewhat reminiscent of a toddler whining. His smile returned. He shook the excess of water from his pelt and then shamelessly wove his way beneath his lover’s chin like an affectionate cat, knowing that she would weather the press of cold, wet wolfdog fur to her chest. He looked over his shoulder and winked as he wiggled his wet booty beneath her chin, careful not to smack her in the face with his tail.
Playful antics aside, he turned so he could kiss her cheek.
I love you too.
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