Blacktail Deer Plateau Roma woman

Ash Paw moved her body dutifully through the motions of the pack lands. Layering her scent amidst the others, until there was hardly any tell tale sign of where she began and other's ended and vice versa. She wasn't sure if she liked it, that she was so heavily imbedded with the scent of many males, and one lone female. Though she had known Ingram went still to the coast to try and find his mate. Were she to return it would leave even numbers across the board.

With such a thought she moved and found one smell more prominent than most the male @Baudelaire and she gave a soft smile at the thought of him. He amused her, greatly. He was eager to please and perhaps a bit strange, but she liked him all the same. She hadn't not whispered a shred of a lie, when she said she found him satisfactory.

He had been leaning along a tree for markings when he caught sight of her.

Calico dappled it could be none other. The look he offered her could have easily teetered into the smoulder category. Syrax, the name wrapped around him like a shawl. He figured she should probably be the first to know, right?

Do I flatter myself thinking you're following me?

He already knew the answer and he prepared for himself to be smacked properly.

referencing the name given here :3

Ash Paw caught sight of him, and the smirk and smolder that he gave her, made her raise a brow, but the next words that came from his mouth, dipped her maw into a frown. As she drew herself up haughty and proud. 

You could only be so lucky, Laire. And you are not and I am not.

She smacked him once twice in the leg with her tiny paws. So forward.

You know if foreign areas and many years ago, you'd have to have given my father quite a dowry and married me twice over for such comments. Dishonorable sir.

Laire.

His gut swirled for but a moment, as she smacked at his long legs and talked about marriage. She had opened pandora's box and had not a clue!

Oh, is it dishonorable to marry you, Ash? I could do it. Twice, thrice... His body posed to take another attack from her. Expecting it be harder this time around.

And far more deservedly too.

Ash Paw through her head back and laughed, and nailed him harder with her tiny paws. Though to him it probably felt like pinpricks really. He was rather quite large. he could fold her under him, twice, thrice, four times nice.

You couldn't handle me on even your best day. You wouldn't know what to do. I am far too much woman for you.

She tilted her head, blue eyes alight and laughter ringing in them. She was only teasing, had no clue it could be, would be possibly taken anyway, but the way she was pointing it out.

He reclined, sitting. That dumb smolder still settled comfortably on his face.

Not even gonna give me a chance?

His muzzle swung to nip at the assailing paws she threw at him. Hoping to catch a toe or perhaps ankle between his teeth.

His face formed into something akin to horror movies. He had pursed lips and a strange look on his face. and It just didn't suit. She didn't like it. 

He grasped her ankle in his teeth and she gasped, and growled, trying to pull it free, but he was too large for her to force him to release her paw.

So she smushed her other paw against his nose, digging small nails into it. Teetering on back legs, trying to reach.

You are insufferable. So freaking tall. How is this fair!

He released her paw with ease, letting her free to continue battering on him however she wished. It hardly mattered one way or the other with their size difference.

I didn't take you as the avoidant type, Ash.

His shoulders shrug and he stood once more.

She fell backwards at his release. Their size difference putting her quite literally on her ass. She stared up at him in reproach, and grimaced.

She spoke through gritted teeth. The avoidant type? Whatever do you mean? I am not about to bend my body and let you have your way. And I already told you, you couldn't handle it.

Excuse him?

I don't want that! He barked with some semblance of laughter in the back of his throat.

What I do want is a fair chance. Especially if you're going to accuse me of not being able to handle things or whatever. His eyes rolled and he began to move.

Figuring she'd either come along, or enjoy the view on his way out.

She looked up at him and stood, her fur ruffled and sticking up the wrong way from her fall, quite literally from grace. She tried to smooth it down as she thought about it.

You want a fair chance? What does a fair chance look like to you? Do not roll your eyes it is unbecoming and garish.

She followed behind him. Continuing to try and fix her fur.

It looks like not being accused when you don't have a clue what I can or can't handle.

This said mostly flat with a soft flare of humor as he carried on. Mindlessly following a trail to the collection of altars. A natural path being worn down by those of Basilica.

You can just say no too.

Ash paw stared at him. Are you, are you pouting?

She raised a haughty brow. say no too what? There was no question. There was a statement a teasing. And i ended up on my ass?

She shook her head and twisted calico body through trees and thickets. Dainty paws gentle pawsteps. Blue eyes on the forward. Skin and fur on the trees.

His humor fizzled into something he could not place.

Maybe he was pouting. Maybe he was making big fusses out of nothing. Maybe he had taken one step of teasing too far into something genuine.

They approached the altars in silence, for the moment he could not wrap his brain around what words to tell her.

She shifted past him, to her altars. And began tò clean and dust their stones. Blue eyes on stone.

Plants were tossed and fresh were placed. She hummed softly under her breath. An old croony toon her grandma would hum.

She left him to his silence. He would speak when ready and not a moment before. She finally finished her tasks and found the brightest patch of sunlight through trees and plopped herself down. Stretching out and wiggling to get comfortable. Eyes half closed.

fade and follow up thread set a bit later? >:3

And she said nothing.

For a long while he watched her work. Cleaning and devoutly so. She hummed.

It felt like he was not there. Even more so when she finished, lounging in the sun with closed eyes. She seemed peaceful.

Still without speaking, he turned and headed for the borders.

Certainly tag me when you'reready.

He was perplexing, but she let him go. No answers to her questions. Perhaps he'd speak a different day. Such a strange male, but weren't they all here and now.

So she closed her eyes and lulled to sleep by the sun and the wind.