Sunspire Mountains with the lights out, it's less dangerous[m]

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there was a fire. it swelled and fell, and she lay awake at night, knowing very well that the feeling that crept through her body must be suppressed. time and time she tried to sleep, and when that failed, to lie in the fridgid cold until she was numb, until she seperated herself from those in the cavern, knowing that her heat was an ich that must remain unscratched. but the fitefulness she could not abide, and thus she had crept to where her sister kept her herbs, found what she searched for, and knowing not the proper dose, lapping up a great deal of the tiny black seeds of poppy.

and now, she found herself here. beyond the borders, in a state she had never before experienced and thus was all the more enthralled to. and she knew little of restraint and of withholding her desires, for the night was singing and the stars whispered in excitment. through the snow did she move, feeling elated and numb and very muxh like this was the oddest sort of dream. all she knew was the cold as it swirled around her, the night as it sang, and the warmth within her veins.

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Hiya!

It wasn't smart for Remy to leave the territory so soon after being admitted into Easthollow, but he could think of a million excuses to save his ass, should questions arise. He could say he was on the lookout for a new herb or tracking a nearby herd of bison, should any of them remain in the Wilds. But as he wandered farther and farther from his home, the scent of a receptive woman only grew stronger. Remy couldn't help but to follow his instincts, searching for the elusive femme, until her svelte frame came into view. He approached slowly, barking a sort of greeting to let her know that he was near.

No words were exchanged as he drew closer, examining the young woman. It wasn't until common sense began to set in that he realized he'd better stop on the path he was headed. Hello, Remy said, his voice low and suggestive. He didn't mean to be intrusive, but he couldn't help but to draw closer to the source of the intoxicating scent.

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then, there was another. charcoal against the snowy ivory, darkness against the night. she stilled, turning so that she may face and watch him, green gaze dulled and yet still looking to him with a hint of the intensity that they often retained. A smile came to her lips, and she called out a greeting the mirror of his own. "Have you come to share the night? It is beautiful, is it not?" For there was something so amazing about this night, with it's whisoering and singing and the way simply everything seemed so much more alive.

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It is, isn't it? Remy moved a step closer, breathing in her refreshing scent. He surely wouldn't mind staying the night, though he knew his time was limited. If he was to get anywhere with the young femme, he would need to move quickly. Do you have a name? he asked, creeping closer with each word. He eventually came near enough to nuzzle into her shoulder, slowly moving down her frame though stopping short of her hips. Remy was a gentleman, after all.

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he agreed, and how could he not? for the night was perfect, and he was a rather handsome male and seemingly polite. "I do" Was her vague answer to his question, for yes, she did have a name. What it was was a different question entirely, and she did not wish to ruin the night with talk of names and titles and other things that disrupted the fragile, hazy bubble or euphoria. She did not stop his advances, merely lashed her tail and nosed his shoulder, inhaling his scent and watching him through a slitted gaze. 

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Worry and irritation plague him during the entire hunt. He couldn't believe that he'd just let this guy in, and now he was already gone. Part of him knew that he was overreacting and that he should give Remy some time - Day was a rover, too, after all, but he'd always come back...

But something told him he needed to follow the magpie; he could find no rest while he wondered. And if Remy was really deserting them, then Day didn't want to spend any more time than he had to in order to carry out the promise he'd made at the borders.

And when he began to smell that familiar siren-scent, Day began to think he'd made the right choice. At least, he thought so until he saw that Remy had beat him to the punch. Nevertheless, Day pressed forward, intent on finding out the darker male's intentions - toward Easthollow, and not toward the woman. That was pretty obvious.

"Hey, Rem," he greeted, trying to focus on his packmate as he drew nearer to the pair. The smell didn't get any easier to resist, but Day had a job to do, first and foremost. Still, his eyes slid to the woman every now and again. "Ma'am," he added, not wanting to be any ruder than he was already being. "The pack was worried about you," he said to Remy, and though it was not particularly true, Day was sure the other male would know why he'd followed.

Remy halted his teasing to listen to the woman's words, though no name befell her lips. It was better that way, he figured, and he was ready to proceed before Grayday made his appearance. Grayday? he called, only slightly puzzled; the femme's smell had quite the range, so Remy knew he wasn't the only one to have picked it up. He ignored the comment of the pack's worry, as something much more intriguing was brought back to his attention. He circled around behind the femme and inhaled deeply her scent, though his attention was half given to his Beta. I didn't plan to be gone long.

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a man painted in argent hues joined the first, the charcoal man. She watched his approach with a tilted head, removing her muzzle from the other and instead focusing on him. "sir " She echoed,  a smile fluttering to rest upon her muzzle, wondering at the appearance of him an whether it meant that she would be left alone once more. She didn't care either way, which she realized after a moment was odd; for surely she ought to feel something negative. But all she could feel was the humming in her veins and the haze of euphoria.

she watched as the charcoal one moved around her, though raised no objective, gaze resting on the greyscale male in vague interest, a curious title of her head and a smile asking his intentions.

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Day didn't stop moving forward until, suddenly, the woman was pressed between them. He tried not to crowd her, but it was difficult to keep a clear and level head. Her eyes were soft and her scent was inviting, and there'd been a looked passed between himself and Remy that Day wasn't entirely unfamiliar with.

"We can stay out a while," he decided, glancing first at Remy and then back to the girl. "If you don't mind the company."

His nose trailed down her neck and then back again, leaving Remy to continue his journey past her hips. He knew he probably shouldn't be sticking around, but in that moment, he couldn't think of one compelling reason to leave.

Remy had no personal convictions against allowing Grayday to stay. Rather, it was the woman's thoughts on the matter which worried him. He noted that she didn't seem to openly protest the company, so he circled around behind her and nosed at her rump, inhaling deeply the thick scent of pheromones. Of all the things he was, Remy wasn't necessarily shy, so he took no hesitation in nudging her tail to the side so that he might mount her.

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"I do not mind" she replied softly to the question posed, watching the male with a soft smile still. He brushed against her neck, and she returned the gesture, dimly knowning now his name to be Grayday. She did not care for names, not when the night was young and the air was thick with posibility, and there was one made of obsidian behind her, and one of argent before her. she shifted her weight, moving her tail aside without a thought, brushing her muzzle against the greyscale male and idly grooming the fur of his shoulder, gaze dulled and slitted. It was nice, their company, she decided,

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An airy whine slipped through Grayday's teeth. He couldn't remember ever wanting someone this much - inanely, he wondered if there was something special about this woman, that she should be so much more appealing than the others.

Later on, he would realize that he'd been desperate, driven there by months of constant stress and anger, and the newly-added frustration of having Addie so close, and yet, so very far away. It was a truth that eluded him even in his most clear-headed hours; Day was a wolf accustomed to hiding his vices, and he'd gotten good enough since joining Silvertip that he denied them even to himself.

But in that moment, he knew only that she smelled like heaven, that her touch was pleasing, and that he wanted more. Day stretched his neck to encourage her and offer better access, his tongue now laving at the thin, downy fur of her ears. Over the woman's back, he shot Remy a meaningful look. Hurry up.

Remy saw the look given by Grayday and nodded his head in agreement. The woman's tail moved, at which point Remy mounted her and began his dance. Knowing that his company was waiting for him to finish, he did the best he could to rush through his thrusts, leaving the pair knotted in only a few moment's time. He looked to Day as he struggled to loosen himself as quickly as possible while also working to keep their shared femme comfortable as well. Once loose, Remy gave an affirming nod to Day and worked his way around to the woman's side where he began grooming her gently.

the gentle minstartions of the pair were heavenly in her current state, and yet what followed was even more so. it was a quick, rough, affair, and yet it was as if something had been awoken, new sensations writhering within her. she gasped, steadying her paws to better hold his weight, but all too soon it was over, and moment after they were distangled. she growled, half in pleasure and half in anger that the unfathomable experience had lasted but a few moments. she lashed her tail before returning it to it's place firmly out of the way, watching now the gray man to see what he would do next. when the charcoal one begun his gentle ministrations, each touch sent soft sensations travelling up her pelt, yet she wanted more of whatever those heated moments had been.

Remy was finished, soon enough - and Day hoped he had another round in him, because the woman didn't look nearly satisfied yet. Or maybe she was angry. He couldn't tell.

"You alright?" he asked her, but he didn't bother waiting for an answer. It seemed like she was ready to go.

Day moved to take Remy's place, rising up and mounting the woman with a practiced ease. His plan, originally, had been not to knot the woman at all, and to back off when he felt himself growing close to his climax. But that plan had faded as his lust had grown, and now he thrust into her with abandon, not caring about whatever reprecussions might befall them.

Besides, a poisonous voice whispered in his ear. They will be her reprecussions. I already have kids, and I will be long gone by the time she even begins to show.

Remy continued grooming the femme, waiting for Grayday to finish his loop. He was high on his own pleasure filled stake and if it were up to him, he would've stayed with the mystery woman all night. However, a storm was on its way, and he knew that they would soon need to be heading home.