Bearclaw Valley [m] You can be everything you want to be before your time

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Mist hung low over the meadow where Ameline gorged on a fresh kill. Out in the open beneath the moon, haloed above by a ring of silver, she consumed her meal but found herself growing more agitated and ravenous as she pulled the corpse to pieces. Irritated by the springy connective tissue in the rabbit’s leg that simply would not pull free without a fight, she whipped the last morsel into the air so that some other scavenger could deal with it.

Moments later, she picked it up, and selfishly swallowed the leg down in two bites. Her stomach could handle it. 

She sniffed the air, and licked the blood from her lips. @Cole and @Tvar had been haunting the meadow, and she felt suddenly very vulnerable- an unusual emotion for the Regina. She knew the men were sold to their duties- but could they truly be trustworthy, when their queen became a beacon for those of their gender?

She returned to Bearclaw, hunting for @Ancelin now that she knew the true source of her own hunger.

patchwork knightking waited for the return of his queen, indigo eyes shining with eager pointedness when he spotted the grace of her loping form. blood laced with ameline's inviting fragrance, spiced now with —
he had not understood until it was upon them last year. and this — he understood his agitation as of late, his intent guarding, his unlikely unwillingness to range further for prey.
ancelin slid down from the redrock sentinel marking entry into their valley and nipped fiercely into her guard hairs. "you smell nice," he smirked, mouth against her neck, tail waving with sheer delight to see her again, returned, wreathed in the feral wilderness.

Thank fuck, She whispered to herself when it was her husband who kept watch on the sentry stone. She moved forward to greet him, arching her back like a happy cat beneath the praise he spoke. She pressed his shoulder to his, raising her grinning mouth to crack open her jaws and feather her teeth through his fur. 

Call one of the otherth to take ovuh yuh watch, She commanded him. Yuh gonna be buthy.

he enjoyed her command enough to almost clasp her hips here. but ancelin snarled in pleasant response, howling a sharp note before goading ameline into a run which trailed her scent delectably through the woods entire.
in the meadow which would come alive with blue flowers before summer arrived, ancelin set tongue and claws and teeth to please, to stoke, teasing his queen until she saw fit to command him in a curve over her spine.